Upskirt teacher

It was the start of the second semester. As usual, the principal was making a speech in front of the entire student body in the gymnasium. He had been drawling on for nearly an hour. All of the students were bored and even some of the teachers were checking their watches to see when the torment would end.

Paula was sitting on the floor in the front row with her knees under her chin, staring at the principal with unfocused eyes. Small in stature, with golden hair done up in pigtails, she was wearing the winter school uniform; which was a long sleeved navy blue blouse and matching skirt. As she stared at the principal, her eyes began to cross. She was trying too hard to pay attention.

The principal obviously noticed and began to glare at her while continuing to address the student body as a whole. Paula only realized her mistake when she saw a female teacher beckoning her over to the wall where the rest of the staff was standing. Crawling on her hands and knees, she slinked over to the teacher. “Stand with us until the assembly is over,” Mrs. Roster ordered her.

“Yes, ma’am,” she responded dully, trying not to yawn. There was only one place to stand, between Mrs. Roster and Mr. Peters. He was the gym teacher. He was tall with a defined jaw and slightly toned muscles. He was not by any means buff though. He glanced sideways at her when she leaned against the wall next to him but otherwise seemed to ignore her. He looked tired or bored or both, but then again, his eyes were always drooping, even during gym class.

Paula was halfway through crossing her eyes again when she noticed a flash of light out of the corner of her eye. Looking down she spotted something she never thought she’d see. Mr. Peters was holding his cell phone below her skirt at an angle where the camera could see right between her legs. She could see her own cotton panties on the screen as he tried to get a good picture. Apparently the one he just took was out of focus.

Paula was about to shout at him to knock it off but contained her anger. Despite the fact that what he was doing was wrong, she had no real desire to get him in trouble. He could definitely get fired for something like this. After pondering for a moment on what to do, she took out a pen from her skirt pocket and wrote something on the back of her hand. She then leaned forward, giving him a pretty good view of what he was looking for. Right before he snapped the picture though, she thrust her hand in front of the lens, blocking her panties from view and flipping him off.

There was no way Mr. Peters had not realized it was intentional. He quickly stowed his phone away and straightened his posture. He waited with a guilty expression, wondering what she would say. To his surprise, she said nothing at all and just continued to lean against the wall, acting like she was intently listening to the principal.

Mr. Peters spent the next twenty minutes sweating in fear. He kept stealing sideways glances at Paula but she always pretended to be ignoring him. She kept a shrewd expression on her lips though, as if judging him. Finally the assembly came to an end and the principal dismissed the rest of the students. He then came over to address his caught misbehaver. “Miss Read, I hope you paid attention at least at the end,” he began to scold her.

“Sorry, I was a bit distracted by Mr. Peters,” she started immediately. Mr. Peters jolted against the wall.

“Really?” the principal was intrigued. “Corbin, I thought you’d be paying more attention. I realize you’re probably closer in age to Miss Read than to me, but you’re a teacher. Even if your whole generation is full of entitled cretins, it is your job to act above them.”

“Yes sir,” Mr. Peters responded nervously.

“I suppose I’ll let you both off the hook this time,” the principal sighed.

The principal turned to leave, following after Mrs. Roster and the rest of the staff. “Well, looks like we’re alone,” Paula chuckled while looking up at her tall teacher. He was sweating even worse than before.

“I have to get ready for my first class,” he made a poor excuse while backing toward the boys’ locker room.

“I’ll see you around, Mr. Peters.” Paula waved to him sweetly before setting off in the opposite direction. It was terribly fun to tease him. He surely thought that his whole career was about to end; maybe even his life. Paula had no intention of doing something so cruel but he did deserve a little strife for his actions.

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It was not until that night that Paula recalled the rest of the actions she had taken. Right when she was about to take a shower, she received a choppily written text message on her phone. It simply read, “What do you want?”

Paula snapped her fingers as she recalled having written her phone number down on the back of her hand before letting Mr. Peters take a picture of her flipping him off under her skirt. She quickly scrawled out a response. “We need to talk. This is easier than meeting in secret.”

“Why would we meet at all?” Mr. Peters’s response was immediate. Paula giggled as she imagined him frantically typing on his phone, biting his nails as he waited to hear what she planned to do about his egregious actions.

“I just want you to know how disappointed I am in you,” Paula decided to tease him some more. “I asked my mom and she said what you did was illegal.”

“What did you say to your mom?” Mr. Peters’s next text was full of panic.

“I didn’t say it was you. I said a boy in my class was taking pictures of girls’ skirts. I didn’t even mention the low angle. She was upset though. She said I should definitely report him.”

“Please don’t,” Mr. Petters begged her.

“But it’s the right thing to do, isn’t it?” she responded innocently. “What do I gain by hiding it? I’ll just become your accomplice.”

“I’ll make sure you get the best grade in gym this semester,” Mr. Peters offered desperately. “You never liked participating last year so you scored low overall.”

“Really? That’s so sweet of you. That seems like a bit much just for keeping your secret. Do you want me to do anything for you?” Paula was trying as hard as she could to keep from bursting out laughing. She did not really even care about her score in gym. Mr. Peters would be in such a bad situation if anyone else had caught him. He should at least teach an important subject if he wanted to use it as a bargaining chip.

“No, you don’t have to do anything.” The relief in his next text was overly apparent. “I’m just glad we came to an understanding.”

Paula spent several minutes just staring at the text. Was her fun just going to end like this? If she wanted it to continue she had to make up a new excuse. She could suddenly change her mind and say raising her grade was not enough but Mr. Peters probably did not have much else to offer her. She was not trying to make a grown man cry.

After not getting another text for several minutes, Mr. Peters was almost sure the matter was settled. He was already busy writing down his intended curriculum for the semester when his phone chimed again. Rather than a written text, it was a picture. It took his phone a few seconds to load the image. It took his brain even longer to realize what he was looking at. Two shiny thighs on either side of a white strip of fabric. He was staring right at his student’s panties, and this time the image was in focus.

“That’s what you wanted, right?” Paula’s next text made her sound shy. “Maybe you wanted more though.”

Another picture arrived. This time the cloth looked thinner. He could see the outline of something underneath. She was obviously pulling up her panties so he could see the shape of her pussy lips through them. Yet another photo followed. This time she was pulling them up high enough that they were digging into her crotch exposing both of her pussy lips almost fully.

Paula was once again struggling not to laugh as she leaned against the headboard of her bed. Her face was red in embarrassment as well as from holding her breath. She was giddy with excitement. She kept checking her phone for Mr. Peters’s response but he seemed to have been stunned into silence.

Mr. Peters was actually holding his finger right above the delete button on his phone. The right thing to do right now would be to block her number and feign innocence if ever asked about today. However, something inside him kept him from following through. Instead he sat down on his bed and unzipped his pants. This was the exact image he had been looking for earlier. It would be a shame not to use it now.

After getting bored waiting for Mr. Peters to respond, Paula remembered that she had been about to take a shower. She quickly undid the ribbons in her hair and dropped her skirt and panties to the floor. She pulled off her blouse over her head and was completely naked before she even left her room. Her destination was just across the upstairs hall. She always undressed before leaving her room, never in the bathroom itself.

As soon as she entered the bathroom, she caught sight of her naked self in the mirror. She stopped and stared at her reflection for quite some time. She had no idea what was so attractive about a naked girl and why someone like Mr. Peters would go to such lengths to get a picture of her. The desire to find out why weighed on her mind to the point of needing to take action.

She ran back across the hall to her room and picked up her phone again. She then threw herself on her bed on her back with her legs spread out. She could see herself in the mirror on the back of her door. Her bare pink pussy glistened like something forbidden as she lay with her legs spread like a whore waiting for a dicking. She was utterly embarrassed but she was also turned on. It took a lot of self control not to just plunge her own fingers inside herself and start masturbating right then. Instead, she used one hand to cover her eyes in a poor attempt to obscure her identity. She took the picture with her other hand.

She was shaking as she sent the image to Mr. Peters. She knew she might regret it but she felt like she had to. There was no other reason to have taken it in the first place.

Finally her phone chimed with another text. “You should not be doing this,” was Mr. Peters’s hypocritical response.

As if to spite him, Paula rearranged herself for another picture. This time she was on her knees with her tongue hanging out and her mouth parted in an O shape. She angled the camera so it could see as far down her throat as possible. With her free hand she made another O and acted as if she was giving and imaginary handjob/blowjob, complete with drool running out of the corners of her mouth and her eyes rolled back so mostly the whites were visible. She captioned the image, “I need something big in my mouth,” before sending it while squealing into her pillows in embarrassment.

Mr. Peters’s next text was the end of all his attempts to be professional. “You’re such a naughty girl. I’m gonna have to spank you the next time I see you.”

Paula took a deep breath and pressed her face into her bed, raising her butt in the air. With one hand she held her phone above her ass with the camera pointed down and with the other she did her best to pry her tiny asshole open. She snapped her most embarrassing picture yet and captioned it, “I’m ready and waiting.”

Mr. Peters was lying on his bed, having just finished a furious masturbation session when the image of Paula’s gapping asshole accosted his phone. Tired as he was, he almost became rock hard again. He was never going to be able to look at her as just a student again. She was a sexual object to be desired now. He would give anything to be the reason her asshole was gapping in this picture or why she was drooling in her last one.

“You should be a cam girl,” he teased her as he began another masturbating session.

She obliged with a string of photos detailing her climbing into a full bath and then playing with her breasts, specifically her nipples, underwater. After washing up and draining the tub, she spread her legs and pressed her fingers into her pussy. It was wet and welcoming. She sent close-ups of her face as she moaned, biting her lips and throwing her head back.

She even caught a picture of her own face in the middle of an orgasm; her eyes bugged as she stared down at her own crotch. There was a stream of clear liquid in the frame. Her own shock at having squirted was apparent. She was extremely embarrassed but she still sent the image. She felt like she had come too far to stop.

After sending one more full body shot, glistening pussy and face red with embarrassment, her pictures became more docile. They showed her toweling off and dressing herself in pajamas with no panties underneath. She then crawled into bed and positioned one of her pillows between her legs, pressing into her crotch.

After sending a goodnight text message, Mr. Peters began to contemplate what could possibly happen next. He could not be sure she would even acknowledge this happened the following day. Regardless, he planned for the best outcome. He began making a list of requests. He was going to get her to send him as many naked photos of herself as possible. He wanted to see her playing with herself more, perhaps with toys. He had no idea if she owned any but he could probably buy some himself downtown and get them to her.

It sounded far fetched, a teacher supplying one of his students with toys to pleasure herself with so she could send him pictures of herself in the act. After tonight though, it was a lot closer to reality than he could have hoped for before. Perhaps he would get lucky and she would let him be a participant.

He was already day dreaming about it; her soft flesh compressing beneath his fingers, her body shuddering and reacting to his touch. Her moaning as he invaded her every hole. After what she showed him, she could not be all that surprised by his intentions. He only hoped she would not somehow change her mind before he got the actual chance.

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At school the next day, Mr. Peters could hardly wait for his afternoon gym class. He was looking forward to seeing Paula in person. Last semester she was always one of the slowest out of the locker room as she held little to no interest in physical education. As usual, when 2:00 rolled around, Mr. Peters barely noticed her exiting the locker room midway through the lesson. He tried not to be too obvious as he watched her sauntering in her spandex shorts and loose fitting gym shirt.

When she joined the rest of her class, he blew on his whistle sharply. “Miss Read, don’t think I didn’t notice you skipping warm ups. Please stay after class to talk about makeup sessions,” he called her out in front of everyone. Some of the other students snickered as she made an annoyed face. She glared at him angrily for a long time before finally starting to exercise like the rest of the class.

There was not much time remaining in the lesson though. When Mr. Peters blew his whistle again, the students began to saunter into the locker rooms. Paula followed after her friends but stopped when Mr. Peters put a hand on her shoulder. “What do you want?” she grumbled at him.

He did not respond until everyone else had already entered the locker rooms. “What’s with the attitude?” he asked while dragging her toward the equipment storage room.

“Where are you taking me?” she asked nervously. “Let go of me.”

“We’re going to start your makeup lesson,” he informed her.

“I have another class after this.”

“No you don’t. You have open study period. Did you forget that I supervise that period?”

“We’ll be noticed if we’re not there,” she argued.

He smirked as he sent a text to the other supervisor, letting them know he would be late. “See, nothing to worry about.”

“Look, I’m sorry about yesterday. I think I went too far,” she tried to talk her way out of whatever she could guess was coming.

“If you were sorry, you’d have shown up to class five minutes early, not shuffled in halfway and tried to ignore me,” he scolded her. “Now I’m gonna have to teach you a lesson.”

“Listen to you, acting so high and mighty. Yesterday you were terrified that I was going to tattle on you.”

“Today I have pictures that were obviously taken by you yourself. How about you do what I say this time?” He was still smirking.

“And what exactly is that?” She crossed her arms.

He shut the door to the storage room behind them and lifted up the hem of her shirt. She simply stared at him as he ran has fingers over her bare belly. “Having fun?” she tried to act calm.

“You really don’t have much to offer in the way of breasts, do you?” He tried to lift her shirt more but her arms were in the way.

“I’m still developing,” she argued. He pulled her arms out of the way with one hand and lifted her shirt the rest of the way with the other. She winced when he touched her nipples through her sports bra. “You know I’m all sweaty, right?” she groaned.

“You barely exercised at all,” he disregarded her excuse.

She looked down in embarrassment. Her face only grew redder when she caught sight of the bulge growing in his track pants. “It’s alright to feel proud. That’s definitely for you.” He took her hand and made her cup him.

“You think I’m happy to hear that you get off on touching me?” she was still trying to be adversarial.

“Wasn’t that why you were sending me all those pictures yesterday? You liked the idea of someone finding you attractive?”

“Are you saying I’m not attractive at all?” She frowned at him.

“I’m saying you like being told so,” he corrected her. “It’s okay, I’ll say it. I think you’re absolutely sexy. I don’t care that you’ve still got a childish body. You’ve got really nice hips and that cameltoe is just adorable.” He grabbed the hem of her spandex and lifted it so that the cloth was digging into her crotch. She whimpered slightly as she felt the fabric brushing into her and moving her clit upward.

When he noticed the shape of it protruding through the cloth of her spandex, he grabbed and pinched it. She groaned out loud while sinking to her knees. She bit her lip as liquid soaked her spandex. She was not cumming, she was pissing herself.

She stared up at him with an almost delirious look of mixed distress and relief on her face. She practically did not notice when he pulled down the hem of his pants, exposing his erect penis. It sprung forth and touched her cheek. She giggled slightly as she looked at it. Slowly she opened her mouth and let him push his thumb inside.

She sucked on his fingers and licked them, covering them with saliva, all the while keeping that same strange look on her face; like she did not really know what she was doing. Eventually he directed the tip of his cock toward her mouth. She did not lick it but she did not close her lips. He pushed forward and she leaned back, avoiding it entering her. He took her head in his hands and maneuvered her up against the wall of the room.

She watched with crossed eyes as his shaft slid into her only slightly open mouth. It spread her lips and caused her cheeks to puff out. She stuck out her tongue along the bottom of his shaft and let him slide in with almost no resistance. Several sweat drenched hairs had fallen out of her ponytail and were now covering her face. He pushed them out of the way and touched her cheek affectionately.

When his cock hit the back of her throat, she tilted her head up and let it slide down. It had to curve slightly, making him gasp. She maintained her cross eyed expression as she tried not to swallow. There was a visible bulge on the outside of her throat when his pubic hairs finally brushed up against her face.

When he was sure she could not take any more of his cock inside her, he pulled back until the head popped out of her throat with an audible sound. Before she could even attempt to catch her breath, he thrust forward again, bumping that back of her head against the wall. The sound of air being forced out of the way was heard as his cock slid back into her throat forcefully.

She pressed her hands against his thighs and tried to push him away from her. He held her head steady as he pulled out again. She nearly threw up but only spit out a large amount of saliva. Again, he slammed back into her, sliding down her throat at a curved angle and making it bulge outward.

She squealed as she slapped his thighs, trying to tell him to let her breathe. Again he pulled back. She sucked in as much air as possible, swallowing her own mucus and saliva. Tears were running down her cheeks and snot was dripping out of her nostrils. She felt it coming but could not stop him as he slid back into her already abused throat. She tried to tilt her head again to give him the best angle. It was all she could do.

For several minutes, he held her head and pulled her on and off of his cock while thrusting his hips. She squealed and spewed saliva the whole time he fucked her face like it was her cunt. When he finally pulled all the way out, she turned and vomited pure mucus and saliva into the same pool of piss she had been squatting in the entire time.

Then she slumped against the wall and slid down on her butt, rather than remaining kneeling. She gasped for air as he stroked her cheek. Her legs fell open as she relaxed, exposing the shape of her cunt lips pressed to the tight fabric of her spandex. She moaned when he touched them and tried to move her legs but she was too tired.

He pushed the fabric up into the slit of her crotch and watched her eyes bulge as she realized what he was doing. She tried to stand up but he held her down with a hand on her shoulder. She moaned again as she felt his fingers moving around inside her, coated in spandex and scrapping the walls of her cunt.

She gasped and thrust her hips forward every time he brushed the back of her pelvis. She was staring at his still erect cock as her head bobbed from side to side. Eventually she grabbed it and began to suck on it, moaning loudly as she did. He kept fingering her and making her jolt as she tried to concentrate.

Finally, she felt something warm spewing into her mouth.