Gender: Male Age: 40 Location: email@example.com
|Introduction: Ms. Miller had a great ass.|
I loved going to gym class. I didn't really care about sports too much but I loved to look at Ms. MIller. I don't know if any of the other kids liked her but I thought she was hot. I guessed her to be around 40 and at 5'2" and maybe 135 pounds, she was a fit, sexy little number, just right for a guy my size. She had short blond hair and a wonderful round ass. She'd always wear sweat pants and a t-shirt or a tight sweat shirt in the winter. My mouth would water as she walked back and forth in front of us calling role. Her sweat pants would cling to her body as her sexy ass cheeks bunched up with each step and they'd ride up into her crotch in the front and I'd go dizzy thinking about what her pussy might be like. Her tops always strained against what appeared to be a nice set of tits. My nights were filled with masturbatory fantasies of Ms. Miller from 9th grade on.
I was a real suck up too. I got teased about it a little but I didn't care. Whenever Ms. Miller needed a volunteer, my hand was up. She seemed to like me and I basked in her smiles and compliments. Gym was only mandatory for 9th and 10th grade but I elected to continue my physical education the last two years as well. Ms. Miller was the only p.e. teacher in our school. By the last two years, I was kind of like her assistant. It sort of just happened, instead of asking for volunteers, she would just ask me to get the equipment or take role or anything else she needed done. I got a fair amount of teasing. Kids called me suck up and brown noser, but I didn't care. I would usually clean up after class and eventually was given the responsibility of cleaning towels and garbage out of the locker rooms. It wasn't that I relished the idea of digging through a bunch of guys dirty towels and garbage, I felt like Ms. Miller treated me like an equal rather than a kid and I was desperate to feel like a man in her eyes. Also, once in a while, I would find a pair of panties in the girls locker room. I could still appreciate the girls my own age and I would jerk off furiously into some unnamed pair of cotton panties, as I imagined which of the hottest girls in school they might belong to. It was on one of these occassions that my relationship with Ms. Miller changed.
I was cleaning out the girls locker room on after noon. I always saved this for last since I derived a perverse sense of pleasure from it. As usual, I was hoping to find something I could sniff or feel to fuel my eager imagination. Ms. Miller was always doing her planning or whatever else teachers do and school was out so I usually felt relatively safe. To my delight, I found a pair of red satin panties almost immediately. In fact, I found them right in the spot I usually selected for masturbating. Toward the back of the locker room, next to the showers, it was the midway point between the only two entrances. I believed I could make myself decent before anyone saw me if they came in on me. Anyway, while this seemed somewhat coincidental, I didn't really think about it. I just dove for the panties and held them up for a look. They were a little bigger than any of the other panties I had found. Except of course that one huge pair a year before that I was sure belonged to Martha Flampton, the biggest girl in school. Shamefully, I'll admit to you, I enjoyed those big panties as much as any others.
Back to the red panties..... I studied them over carefully, searching for any clue as to who they might belong to. Damned sexy, I couldn't think of any girls that size that would wear such sexy panties. You never know of course, but the only girls I thought might wear such things were the perfect skinny ones, and none of them had an ass like this. I pulled them to my nose and sniffed. No doubt about it, I could smell pussy. Sometimes, I'm sure, I was just imagining some smell or other but these were soaked. As I pulled them away from my nose, I realized how soaked. My nose was damp. I ran a finger along the inside crotch of the panties and felt the dampness. With this, I felt the first stirring in my pants. I pulled them again to my nose so I could smell the crotch and got another wiff. Somewhat fishy, mild, with the smell of lavender and a muskiness. It was wonderful. I sat on the bench and began loosing my belt as I imagined the kind of ass these panties might have covered. I couldn't think of a single girl they might belong to so I imagined Ms. Miller. Indeed, I realized, they would probably fit her perfectly. This really got me going.
I pulled my cock out and ran the satin across it as I stared into the empty shower. I imagined Ms. Miller there, cleaning herself up after a long day at school. I slid the satin up and down along my shaft as I thought of her soaping up her beautiful round ass and legs. At 18, it didn't take long before I was filling those panties with gobs and gobs of thick white cum. I got myself straightened up and on impulse put the panties under the bench where I'd found them. Usually I threw the panties away. I would have like to keep them but I was too scared of my mom finding them. Under the bench they were at least a little concealed and I could imagine some girl or woman returning to look for them and finding my present inside. I jerked off several more times at home that night as I imagined all the possible scenarios. My favorite was Ms. Miller licking my cum hungrily and spreading it all over her chin and neck.
The next day at school, the worry set in. I had to be the only male that went into the girls locker room. I could imagine some girl running those panties to the principals office where they quickly called the perve police to track me down. All day I waited for the overhead to call me to the principal's office. The call never came, but I vowed never to make such a stupid mistake again. After gym class was over, I hurried through my duties, eager to find out anything I could about the red panties. At last, having finished my other duties, I entered the girl's locker room and began gathering up towels. This always turned me on too, as I imagined the girls rubbing these cotton towels across their little breasts and between their legs. I was about halfway through the locker room when I heard a shower turn on. I froze. Turning my watch I saw that it was 3:55. That should have been plenty of time for the girls to get done and get out. I stood there for a few minutes as libido fought common sense. My dick won out and as I crept along the rows of lockers, I imagined getting caught and labeled a peeping tom. Well thet was exactly what I was about to be.
I neared the last row of lockers, the row with the panties and peeked timidly around. There was a pile of clothes on the bench where the panties had been. I could see traces of movement through the steam in the shower. With my stomach in knots I snuck along the row of lockers toward the shower. Next to the pile of clothes I looked down. T-shirt, sweat pants, bra and panties. Underneath were a pair of shoes I recognized as Ms. Miller's. My mind reeled at the realization of who was in the shower. Carefully, i picked up the panties and held them out. They were the same size as the red ones and my cock grew hard in my pants as I realized it. I felt trapped by my own desires. I knew I had to see Ms. Miller in the shower and I was sure it was suicide. Carefully I crept closer to the Showers and peeked in.
She was there with her back to me. I felt pre cum wetting my crotch as I stared at her amazing ass. It was as I'd imagined it; smooth, round and firm. her legs were shapely and toned as was the rest of her body. Her short blond hair was plastered to her head as she ran the water over her face. Unconciously, I rubbed my crotch and realized I still had her panties in my hand. I brought them to my face and sniffed as I watched her lather up her breasts and stomach. I could see just the slight roundness of her left breast as it pressed out from her rib cage. Seductively, she ran her hands up and down her torso as she gyrated her hips a bit, like she was doing a slow strip tease. She began to lather up her thighs and I had to undo my pants as I watched her bend over to get her legs and calves. My cock was pounding like it had a heart of it's own. I grasped it with her panties as I watched her bend all the way over. I saw her ass cheeks spread and the dark, soapy hair of her pussy peeked through as she paid homage to her toes. When she stood up again, she let the water flow over her body and rinse away the suds.
Her hands didn't stop though. As I continued to rub my cock with her panties, I watched her press her breasts together and hold them up to the shower. Then her hands slid down her torso to her hips and she began to rub her pelvis moving her hands closer to her pussy each time. I think I might have drooled a little as I watched her begin to rub her crotch and thrust her ass forward. I felt my cock spasm and I squeezed it. Ms. Miller began to rub her pussy and buck her hips in jerky little motions and I could no longer contain myself, with a few long strokes of her panties I began cumming in powerful spasms. My legs felt weak beneath me and suddenly I found myelf overbalanced with my jeans around my ankles and my cock pumping jiz into her panties. I started to fall and threw my hand out to grasp anything. I slammed my hand into a locker sending a sharp pain up my arm and then I fell on my ass.
The locker rang loudly when I hit it. I heard a slapping of feet and my felt terror taking control of me. Ms. Miller appeared, completely naked at the entrance of the shower and stared down at me. Slumped against a locker with my pants around my ankles, her panties wrapped around my still leaking cock, I must have made quite a sight. So did she. Inspite of my horror I was still able to get a look at her full round breasts, maybe a c cup, with her hard dark nipples standing out in the chill of the locker room. The dark hair of her crotch was wet and matted around the swollen cleft of her cunt. She was talking and it took a minute for the words to register.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?!?" My eyes met hers and she seemed furious. "You dirty little bastard! Are those mine??!" She snatched her panties from my hand and got my cum all over her hand. She put her hand to her nose and sniffed and then licked tentatively at my jiz. Inspite of myself, I couldn't stop my cock from growing stiff again. I stood up and tried to pull my pants up. Staring at the ground in shame, I struggled with my jeans but they wouldn't cooperate with me. My hands were shaking and my knees trembled and all the while, my cock bounced proudly at attention. Ms. Miller wasn't saying anything and I looked up to see what she was doing. To my shock, she was still smelling her hand and staring at my crotch. Standing up straighter, I faced her and waited to see what she was going to do.
"Why don't you pull your pants up?" she asked. Her eyeslids looked heavy and she was still staring at my crotch.
"Is that what you want me to do?" I asked and I kind of shuffled closer to her a little. I took her underwear back and said "I'm sorry I came all over your panties." I couldn't believe my boldness. I guess I figured I was already a dead man so why not go for it. "Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?" I was apalled at the cheesiness of my own question.
Ms. Miller was still staring at my cock as I inched closer to her. Her hands were still poised in the air where she had been sniffing one and holding her panties in the other. "Look what you've done to me, Ms. Miller" I said. Taking her hand in mine, I guided it toward my dick and she grasped it firmly. Slowly she ran her hand along the length of my manhood and I groaned in delight. I put my hands on her shoulders and moved closer so we were just inches apart. Looking her in the eye, even though she was still staring down, I ran my hands down her arms and around the small of her back. With a quick pull I had her body against mine, her hand and my cock pinned between our bellies. Her breasts pressed against my rib cage and I could smell lavender in her hair. She looked up at me with a start and I could see that she wasn't mad anymore.
I leaned into her and smelled her wet hair and ran my lips around her face, not really kissing her, just feeling her skin on my lips. Ms. Miller let out a little moan of her own and put her hands on my back. I found her lips and kissed her gently, letting our mouths explore one another. I savored the taste of her lips and tongue as she began to push it into my mouth. My cock throbbed against her belly as I pulled her tightly against me, one hand on her soft round ass, the other sliding up to cup one of her beautiful breasts. Ms. Miller's hand had worked free of my cock and she had them both around my neck as she gave her self up to my advances.
Urgently, I thrust my cock against the slippery surface of her belly, as I inched her back against the lockers. Ms. Miller lifted her left leg to the long bench that ran along the lockers and I reached down to feel her wetness. Her pussy felt like it was boiling and she groaned at my touch. I pulled my fingers to my face for a smell and then licked them clean. Quickly, I grasped my cock and pushed it against her cunt, sliding it back, along her slit until it sank into her pussy. We both groaned this time and I began thrusting into her. Her ass banged against the lockers with each thrust and they rattled loudly. My tongue was thrusting into her mouth with the same urgency as my cock and Ms. Miller's hands were roaming frantically around my body, as if she was trying to memorize every inch. I was finally in the place I most wanted to be and it was better than I'd ever imagined. I never wanted it to end.
My friend, I tell you, I lasted 45 seconds if I was lucky. Ms. Miller moaned and Oh my Godded while she scratched frantically at my back. I spasmed wildly inside of her for a few seconds. I held her pinned against the locker, my cock still hard inside of her and ran my tongue along her neck and collar bone. She continued to rub my back and hair. Reluctantly, I pulled my cock from her warm embrace and moved my mouth down to her breasts. I sat on the bench and pulled her between my legs. Ms. Miller stood there as I reached around to grasp the firm ample flesh of her ass as I took first one nipple then the other between my lips and suckled them like a baby. I wanted desperately to run my tongue along the crevice of her pussy.
I slid off the bench to my knees and pushed Ms. Miller back against the lockers again. With a little help I got one of her legs up over my shoulder and shoved my face unceremoniously into her sopping hairy crotch. For a few seconds I just ground my face against the slick folds of her cunt. Lips, nose, chin and tongue all got a liberal coating of her juices. For her part, Ms. Miller was gyrating and thrusting her hips against my face for all she was worth. I pulled back to look up at her, gasping for air, and she grabbed my head and shoved me back into her sweet hairy cunt.
Having never really performed oral sex I began what was to become a trademark move of mine in later years. Running my tongue roughly across her clit, I basically began to masturbate her orally. She loved it. Since then, I've been with other women who loved this technique as well. I've been with more, though, that couldn't get me to stop soon enough. Getting tapped out in the first round is no fun and I've had to learn a few new techniques since then. Anyway, she was loving it and I reached around to grab two hands full of ass flesh as I continued to grind my tongue against her swollen clit.
Ms. Miller's legs began to shake and I pushed her against the lockers with renewed energy as I lapped hungrily at her pussy. Pubic hair was in my nose and she was tugging at my hair, moaning loudly and slapping one hand against the lockers. The leg on my shoulder quivered and shook and I was sure we were going to end up in a pile on the floor as horrified onlookers arrived to see what all the commotion was about. Several groans later, with a tremor and a thrust, Ms. Miller came all over my eager tongue.
Her leg continued to shake on my shoulder and I looked up from her swollen cunt. Her teeth were chattering and I realized I was cold as well. I finished disrobing and dragged Ms. Miller back to the shower where we could get warm. In the shower, Ms. Miller let me clean her entire body with my tongue. I found myself, after several minutes kneeling down behind her as she bent a little and leaned against the shower wall. Grabbing her ass cheeks, I could spread them and get a fine view of her cunt and asshole. I began sliding my tongue from the front of her pussy back to the little bud of her asshole in long, slow motions. She groaned in delight and I picked up the pace ever so slightly. Her hips began to sway from side to side as I continued to kneed the fless of her ass and probe her most intimate areas with my tongue.
The vim and vigor of youth caught up to me and I found myself painfully erect once more. I stood up behind my gym teacher and pressed my cock against the crack of her ass. She pushed back against me and I grabbed her hips to increase the pressure. Groaning, I grabbed the base of my dick and guided the head from the top of her ass down to the front of her boiling pussy. She moaned appreciatively and I teased the bud of her ass, probing gently with the head of my cock. I was about to explode as I imagined pumping in and out of her tiny asshole. Ms. Miller, however, had other ideas. she grabbed my member from between her legs and guided it into her cunt. Not one to complain, I dutifully began to grind against her ass as I reached around to cup her breasts with my hands. Ms. Miller placed her hands against the shower wall again as if she were being frisked and let her head fall under the hot stream from the shower head.
I pushed and pushed and I'm happy to say I lasted at least 5 minutes. I ran my right hand through the thick pubes of her cunt as I ground into her from behind. Ms. Miller seemed to be building to a tremendous climax and began to move her ass forward and backward a little more. Taking her cue I began to thrust a little faster as well and the soft slapping of skin could be heard above the shower. Groaning, Ms. Miller relinquished her hold on the wall and bent over to grab her ankles. "just fuck me as hard as you can" she grunted. I stared at the upside down heart of her ass as I withdrew my cock several inches and slammed back into it. Little ripples ran from the bottom of her ass up to her waist where I held her firmly. Encouraged I withdrew faster and slammed into her again. She squeaked happily and I started piling into her as fast as I could before exploding almost painfully inside of her. Ms. Miller screamed and would have collapsed if I hadn't been holding onto her.
Completely spent, sexually, we realized suddenly the gravity of our situation. Quickly and silently we dried and got dressed. In a business like way I bid her a good evening and hurried out of the locker room. All the way home my mind was a whirlwind as already, I began to plan the next day's fuck fest.
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