A Sly College Lecturer
By
Jay Merson
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Chapter 1
I suppose on reflection, it all started years back, back in the days when I was a teacher at a comprehensive school. I then taught several subjects and to various classes, higher grades, all fifth and sixth form girls, all eighteen years and over - the dirty teasing young bitches. God! How they used to flaunt themselves, flashing their thighs, their cleavages, their backsides and more at times, and all in an attempt to gain my attention and, to gain sexual thrill from doing so. My attention they certainly gained, what normal red-blooded man could resist such temptation? Sadly though, or perhaps I was just naïve back then, I did exactly that and resisted. They were pupils, young and, whilst over the age of consent, were out of bounds to me ethically. How stupid I was not to take full advantage of them for, had I weakened in my resolve to resist temptation, I could have had back then the plentiful supply of sex I now enjoy today. But I didn’t. I soon learnt though. Before I explain to you my present situation it is necessary to take you back to those times and to briefly explain a little of the background and how it all came about.
I was twenty-two years of age, fresh out of university and straight into my first teaching post. I began at a crummy and run-down inner-city school where academic achievements where virtually frowned upon and the school head had long since given up trying to educate the pupils, preferring to pass his working days shut away in his study and ignoring all around him. Within a few months I became disheartened, I applied for and was pleasantly surprised to gain, a teaching post at a rather nice comprehensive school on the outskirts of a major city. This was a different setup altogether, a real school with disciplined regimes and with strict achievement goals set, both for pupils and for members of staff. I immersed myself in my work, caring for the pupils and their education, assisting in any way I could and even volunteering to supervise after-school sports events and practice nights. I thoroughly enjoyed my work there.
I freely admit though, that I found the young girls in the upper forms most appealing and… Well, rather attractive actually and, if I am to be totally honest, sexually attractive too. I know this was wrong, I was in a position of trust and should have pushed such thoughts from my mind – but I simply could not. An added temptation I suppose was the fact that they were all of legal age, over eighteen and, under British law, free to have sex with whomsoever they should choose. To daily have these pretty young things paraded before me was agonised paradise, a teasing that would have sorely tempted the resolve of even the most angelic of men. The girls would make up their faces and style their hair to make them seem like young women dressed as girls, in skimpy and figure hugging school uniforms that showed the shape of their fresh young bodies off so very wonderfully. I found myself becoming obsessed with little white ankle socks, silky smooth legs and dark nylon stockings, slim and shapely thighs, short pleated skirts and blouses so tight that they pulled across and around the girl’s busts so harshly that at times nipple bumps could clearly be see through them. My God! How my imagination went wild. During classes, in the evenings and through the nights I could imagine me, slipping my hand up under those tiny skirts, touching and feeling at the little panties that would surely be so skimpy so as to be almost non-existent. I visualised too the girls’ breasts, those marvellous firm orbs and the differing types of nipples they would possess, some puckered and not fully formed and others firm, rubbery little pegs of desire. Their silky firm buttocks, the tight cleft between them, firmed cleavages, anal rings, clitorises and more. I could imagine too the soft wispy pubic hair growing on their pussy mounds, their, soft puffy pussy lips, their wetness and…My Christ! It was becoming too much to bear. To add to all of this was the mischievous and knowing way the girls would flaunt themselves, shortening their skirts and raising the hems to the near point of indecency, wiggling their backsides as they walked and pushing their chests out to draw attention to their tits whenever the opportunity arose. In classes they would sit at their desks, crossing their legs and parting their knees in the full knowledge that I had clear sight up under and at the firm gussets of their panties. How many stiff hard-on’s I attained in those times I cannot recall, I seemed to live in a constant state of erection and, to the obvious knowledge and delight of the girls. They would too paint their lips, with bright and garish red lipstick that made their sensual mouths glow out as the focal points of their pretty faces and simply beckoning a stiff cock to slip into. They would look at me with wide and imploring eyes, eyes filled with sexual knowing and mischief that almost transmitted words such as ‘I know what you want, you dirty man and I don’t mind offering it to you’
How I resisted I don’t know – but I did, foolish me. I would shiver in secret delight as the more forward of them would find little excuses to come out to the front of the class, around my desk to stand beside me, their hips pressing against my shoulder and their wonder warm scent filling my nostrils. They would lean over to point to lines of text to me, increasing the contact, asking questions of me that they not only knew the answers to already but, knew that long explanations would be required and thereby, they could retain that light and tingling body contact for longer. Christ how my cock used to ache and throb, in jerking little spasms of reaction that fully portrayed my great desire to just grab and to fuck one of the dirty little teasers.
It all really came to a head one afternoon, during a sports lesson, out on the field to the rear of the school, or to be more precise, outside the shower block on the sports field. I should explain here that the school building was old and lacked many modern amenities, additions and improvements had been made over the years and the separate shower block and changing rooms’ just one of these. It was large, very large actually, with fifteen shower stalls in a line down one wall and rows of lockers and benches to the centre and side as changing facilities as well as a five-stall toilet area to the rear end of the building. As I was a male member of staff supervising young girls it was practice for me to stand outside the door and to wait for them to shower and change following sporting activity.
That warm June afternoon I took the opportunity to light a cigarette and to smoke, out of sight of the school, as I waited for the dirty little bitches to cleanse their lovely bodies, indulging in fantasies of me in there with them, surrounded by umpteen naked young bodies and their delicate little hands roaming my body and cock in excited exploration and discovery. Well, the door suddenly opened and one girl screamed out to me that a girl had collapsed in the showers. This little bitch was dressed only in a pair of black panties that to call little would be an injustice; they hardly existed apart from barely covering the mound of her pussy. She stood in the doorway, her arms outstretched to the sides and hands on each side door post, leaning forward and showing her firm cleavage blatantly. Her full breasts were spilling over the tops of the little cups of her bra, the lacy fringe crushed by the soft swelling flesh of her lovely orbs and crushed together so much that it would have been difficult to slide a piece of paper down between them. I stood staring, open-mouthed, riveted by the sight of this near naked beauty and with my cock pulsing hard in need within my tracksuit bottoms.
For many seconds I remained there, taking in the utter beauty of this girl before her frantic cries brought me back to the emergency in hand. What the hell to do? I shouldn’t enter alone but a girl needed help, could be in peril and in need of medical assistance. I entered, rushed urgently past the giggling crowd of semi-naked and half-clothed girls changing and into the shower stalls, to find a totally naked girl sprawled out on the floor. I knelt and grasped her naked shoulders, rapidly trying to recall my first-aid training and wondering what the hell I could do to revive her. I rolled the girl onto her back and couldn’t help noticing the thick mat of black pubic hair nestling between her thighs and the wonderful thick and stubby nipples sticking up in erection from her full and billowing breasts. The feel of her soft skin, her nakedness and the crowd that now gathered around me, the odours, the excitement and the close proximity of so much young pussy sent my cock into pulsing spasms of delighted gripping. As I made ready to give her the kiss of life the little bitch burst out laughing, shrieking in fits of giggles at the way she had deceived me. I stood up, red-faced and angry as the entire class of semi-naked girls mocked me with loud laughter. I blushed so red that day that my face burned, so much so that I can actually feel it now. I walked from that changing room in shame, with the front of my trousers pushed out like a tent and my head hanging down as they ridiculed me unceasingly. It wasn’t really the embarrassment factor that hurt; it was that they had hit at what I wanted. They knew what they were doing to me and had played on it. The little bitches knew that I wanted them and delighted in it, arousing me and teasing me mercilessly and now, they had gone a step further and had exposed one of their number totally naked to me. How the hell I could ever face them again I didn’t know, I discussed the situation with the head, honestly explaining to him that, following that incident, I didn’t see how I could continue to remain in my post as their teacher. He dismissed my suggestion that I should resign and suggested instead that I punish the girl, to set an example to all and to re-establish my command. That I should front-it out, face them, select the ringleader, punish her severely and let the matter melt into history. Oh, by the way, the statutory punishment at that school wasn’t the cane, it was the slipper. I was not then given to inflicting pain on anyone, I would have rather hurt myself than another person and a young girl even less so, but it had to be done if I was to remain in my job.
I chose a late afternoon for the punishment session, ten minutes before classes ended for the day, I felt that following such I would not be fit to take a class, rather better to slip off home afterwards and avoid any unpleasantness that might arise from it. The girl arrived on time and knocked politely enough on my study door, she entered with an arrogant swagger and a mocking smile that was clearly intended to unnerve me. God, the bitch looked so lovely. She was a brunette, neat and petite, with full ample breasts, I had seen them fully naked in the shower block and knew, and lean shapely legs. Her skirt was already up around her backside as she stood before my desk, leaned over and reached out to place her hands on the edge of the desk and to brace her arms. “Is it to be the slipper, sir?” she asked in a low and husky tone that in reality was asking will I spank her or will lust overcome me and would I instead chose to fuck her and take her from the rear. God how I should have loved to do just that!
My cock was board-stiff as I walked around the desk to stand by her side, I held the size-eight gym-slipper in my right hand and my leering gaze was at the backs of her thighs where her little skirt had ridden up to the point of showing the lower swells of her buttocks. The filthy little slut! To see her backside pushed out so in blatant offering, her lean legs braced and her lovely body curved down slightly to add emphasis to the outward thrust of her buttocks and her upper body arched up in readiness to receive, had my cock throbbing so much it hurt. With my left hand, it was shaking so much I that I had to suck in air and to try to calm my breathing, I grasped the back of her pleated skirt and lifted it to lay it up onto the small of her back.
“Naughty, sir,” she giggled, “Slipper is usually given through clothing.”
I ignored her. The sight of her silky bare buttocks and the little white panties pulling harshly down into the cleft of her buttocks held me spellbound, between the tops of her thighs the thicker gusset of the panties moulded around her pussy lips to form a firm wad of utter temptation that peeked out at me. I almost came in my pants at that moment.
“Sir,” She prompted to break the silence and jolt me back to the present.
Whack! I slapped the slipper onto her backside and a bolt of sensation so intense shot though me, one so profound that it took my breath and me a few seconds to recover from it.
“Ouch,” she giggled sarcastically to let me know that the blow was soft and had inflicted no pain. I slapped her beautiful backside again, this time harder, but and as I look back on it now, it was nothing more than a token slap. I was on un-trodden ground, not given to hitting people and all at sea in this sort of situation.
“Oooowww,” she uttered fully sarcastically as though saying, ‘My, what a wimp you are. Can’t you do it harder than that?’
This time I pulled back my arm and swung in hard, my excitement level so high that I was sweating and my heart beating loudly in my chest. Whack!
“Yeeeooowwwch!”
That one hurt her for sure! Her young body jolted under the impact, her head threw back and she cried out her yelp with gusto and real meaning as the stinging pain bled down into her nether regions. Whack! I spanked her again and that wonderful gripping in my cock and balls was repeated.
“Eeeeooooowwww!” she wailed as her body bucked.
Whack! Again the heady sensations tore though me. It was wonderful! To punish and to spank was so thrilling! I was discovering a side to sex that I never knew existed. Whack!
“Aaaaarrrrrgggh too hard, sir, she squealed.”
Whack! Again I spanked her lovely arse, delighting in the way her pert little buttocks jiggled and her entire body jerked forward under the force of the blow. Whack! Whack! Whack! I was lost in a heady and detached world of sexual thrill and bliss, my arm swinging in hard and fast to thrash this beautiful young girl’s buttocks with sadistic severity. All the time my gaze was between her thighs, at the wad of her gusset, picturing mentally her pussy, the soft slit of it and her inner lips. Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! I thrashed on, tanning her wildly as she screamed and wriggled her backside in pain. Imagine then the thrill that filled me when I noticed the damp patch spreading out over the gusset of her panties. The dirty bitch was becoming aroused! Harder I thrashed her and harder still, I was beside myself with thrill and the sensations surging through me were pushing me to an all time high of sexual bliss. I hadn’t been aware of it but the girl, under the frantic assault I was laying on her, now lay face down on the desk, squirming and wriggling, squealing and wailing - and then it happened. The pitch and tone of her cries changed, she stopped wriggling and it seemed that her body took up an appreciative squirming, her hips grinding in against the edge of the desk and her breathing so heavy and hard it sounded like a woman in labour. I stood stunned and motionless as the girl pumped her hips wildly to rub her mound against the edge of the desk. Her legs straightened, locking rigid in tension as her head threw back and her upper body lifted from the desk. She screamed out a high-pitch wail as she came and then wriggled and mewed, her entire body gripped with jerking spasms as the orgasm tore though her. She continued to lay there, slumped and sated, twitching and muttering incoherently and I? Stood motionless and in awe, amazed by the power her young body possessed and the greedy way in which she had welcomed the pain to her in order to trigger her climax. I had come in my pants, I could feel the wetness leaking across the front of my trousers but I didn’t give a hoot. The sight of the young bitch in pleasure was so profound that I remained as I was for many minutes afterwards, ogling her lovely body and wishing to hell that I could just be allowed to touch and to get my cock up her and to fuck the teasing little slut.