When Teachers get Turned On

When Teachers get Turned On

*Note: All characters in this story are of legal age wherever your at. Author has no control over what age the reader chooses to make them in his or her mind.* Happy reading.

(this story is based on some true events.)

In high school, I was doing ok with a few girls, but I found I loved the challenge of getting in their panties the fun part. After I had fucked them, I wanted my freedom to go after any girl I wanted.
I found an unexpected challenge that fired up my juices to put the make on this woman. She was my Drama – English teacher, a Mrs. Weaver. She was cute a hell. She had sweet eyes, and very nice body and tits, and always dressed cool. I wanted to fuck her more and more.
As teenagers, to score with a female teacher was a major score. We’d all seen in the last few years, female teachers fucking male students in the news. They got into legal trouble, but the guys only got praise and envy .

Mrs. Weaver had a surprise test one afternoon, and I didn’t know any of it….so….I wrote my answers all as a comedy sketch. “When is a verb used as a noun.” was one of her questions.
I put: “When you run out of nouns, you just kidnap a ’verb’ and force it a gun point to be a noun.” I wrote every answer this way. I figured I’m going to get an “F” anyway so why not have some fun with it.

When the bell rang, Mrs. Weaver stood by the open door outside. As I walked by she tapped me on the arm and said to go back into the classroom, she wanted to talk to me. Oh shit, here it comes, kicked out of her class I figured. She handed me my test with a big red “F” on it, but with a note on it, “See Teacher”. I stood there waiting for a lecture, and kicked out. I looked up and at first she had no expression, then she began to smile. “You failed the test, but……that was the funniest thing I have ever read! Now….to keep you from failing and getting kicked out of class, I suggest this:

After school you come to the Drama room and start writing comedy for our next play we’re putting on.” (me write comedy?, nerds and geeks were in drama classes.) “Well…I..”…I looked at her beautiful smiling eyes and hot body, all eager hoping I would say yes, and said: “Ok, but only if you help me.” Damn if she didn’t put her arms around my neck and hug her nice tits into my chest.
We talked in length about the play as I tried to hide my boner. She took her jacket off and she had really nice tits for my eyes to feast on.
I went to the drama room after school, hoping none of my buddies wouldn’t see me go in. She was the only one in there. No practice that day. She had her pinned up hair down in a long wavy pony tail. We sat side by side in the corner going over the play. Now she had on a dark blue sports suit kind of thing. It was unzipped 1/3 of the way down her chest. Now I was really distracted seeing half her tit as we talked. She scooted close as I quickly wrote the lines for a dumb character in the play.

Mrs. Weaver went: “Wow, you did that so fast! This is perfect!” She grabbed my arm and hugged it saying: “ Thank you, your so talented at this.” My boner was luckily under the table. I was now looking down her sports suit at two of the most beautiful tits I’d seen this close and LIVE in a while. I continued and she continued complementing me over and over. When we finished I had re-written the whole play and added in comedy. She squirmed in her seat with delight and kept squeezing my arm.

This is so wonderful, your so talented. I took the scrip and held it up like I was going to tear in in half. She exclaimed: “No…what are you doing!” I said one kiss is all I want, other wise I’m ripping this to shreds. She smiled at me so cute and sexy and whispered: (“you know I can’t do that.”) She was breathing heavy.

I told her she would have to leave first. She looked puzzled and ask why? I smiled and said: “Ugly girls don’t cause me this problem.” She paused…..