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 TEACHER'S SHIT BOY

   Jason Fraser chewed his pencil nervously at the front of his 10th grade
class, trying to concentrate.  As usual, he was getting distracted by Mrs.
Norman's dressing.  He could hardly hear any of the Math theories she was
talking about.  His eyes were completely and totally focused on her legs.
They were long, slinky and almost always exposed.  She had long blonde hair
that she was always toying with, deep blue eyes and full lips that she had
a habit of leaving open.  Jason couldn't understand why she insisted that
he sit in front of the class.  He shrugged.  Well, that wasn't necessarily
true.  His grades had slipped recently.  He had initially been one of the
best students in the class, but in recent times, he had been distracted. 
Not solely by his Math teacher, but mainly by her.  If it wasn't her tight
white pants and tight tops, it was her intoxicating perfume and extremely
low cut blouses that somehow always ended up almost in his face, when she
was talking to him.  Or it was her most recent and most disturbing tendency
to wear extremely short, tight skirts and cross her legs in class.  It
wasn't only him who had noticed, but he seemed to be affected more so than
the other students.  With his Raven black hair, tall, hard frame and cocky
demeanor, Jason had never had problems with getting girls, but in a sense
he had never quite found what he was looking for in a girl.  And with Mrs.
Norman's increasingly tempting displays in class, he found himself suddenly
fixated on her.  He shook his head, embarrassed.  Well, no matter what he
felt inside, he would continue to act cocky around her and everyone else.
All it meant was that he would have to fuck Shannon and Amy, his two latest
girls, harder and more frequently!!  He would live with that.the problem
was that he only got to fuck them after school, and he could still do
nothing about the raging hard-on beneath his tight jeans.  He had now taken
to wearing three different briefs under his pants to try to restrain the
huge erections he always got in Mrs.  Norman's classes.

   "JASON FRASER" the class erupted in suppressed giggles as the daily
drama began.  "You're day-dreaming again, aren't you?"

   Mrs.  Norman looked back from the black board, shaking her head.  All
the eyes in the class focused on her tight gray skirt, and the lush
contours of her hips and behind, as she slowly walked towards Jason,
wagging her finger her finger in the air.

   "I'm not day dreaming," Jason mumbled, trying not to stare at the shape
of her nipples against her silk blouse, wondering why she had to come so
close to get her point to him.

   "How did we solve that equation on the blackboard?" she asked sharply.

   "Well__ _" he began, then he shrugged.  "I have an idea, but I'm not
sure."

   The class burst into laughter, and Mrs.  Norman's eyes hardened.  "I've
had enough of this," she said curtly.  "This time you're really gonna get
it.  Report to my office after the class." She stalked away back towards
the blackboard, her skirt hardly able to contain the lush, undulating
buttocks beneath.

   Jason knew he was in trouble.

   A half hour later, he was in her office, standing in front of her desk
as she lectured him harshly about where he would end up in life if he
didn't straighten up.

   Suddenly, she stood up from her desk, walked up to him and slapped him
hard in the face.  "You haven't even been listening to me, have you?" she
said angrily.  "I'm going to write you up for detention, and you'll
probably get suspended this time."

   Jason stared at him, shock in his face, at the slap he had just
received. Beneath the shock, though, he was growing afraid.  He couldn't
afford a suspension.  He was in enough trouble at home, and he REALLY
wanted a recommendation from at least one of his teachers, for his college
application in two years.  Another suspension would certainly prevent him
from getting any such recommendation.  He had been warned as much by the
School Principal.

   "Mrs.  Norman, listen, I'm very sorry," he said quickly.  "I've just
been going through some very, very hard times at home.  Please don't write
me up, please.  Give me a last chance."

   "Pff, that's what you always say, Jason," she said harshly.  "I'm tired
of your sweet mouth, I don't believe what you say anymore."

   "Please!" A feeling of panic surging through him, Jason fell to his
knees, and grabbed her legs, before realizing what he was doing and jumping
back, staying on his knees.  He looked up at his teacher, scared, wondering
if she would let the contact slide.

   Mrs.  Norman had a strange look on her face.  She looked somewhat
amused, somewhat intrigued.  The suddenly, she raised her left leg and
pushed him back to the ground, sending him flat on his back.

   He looked up, shocked, and was about to rise, when she used her leg to
hold him down..tapping her pen against her cheek pensively, she stared at
him, and he knew instinctively that this was going to be an unusual day for
him.

   "So you're sorry, huh?" she said deliberately.

   "Yes, Mrs.  Norman, very sorry."

   "Are you ready to prove just how sorry you are?"

   "I think so," Jason said, frowning slightly, not sure where this was
heading.

   Suddenly, she moved her red heels to his jeans, and placed the tip of
the shoe against his suddenly rock hard erection.  "Doesn't seem to me like
you're too sorry" she murmured.

   "Umm, I'mmmm sorr_ _" his face went a deep red.

   "Not as sorry as you're gonna be, boy," she said, her face suddenly
determined.  She walked right over him and went to her door, locked it and
came back.  Then she turned on her radio, ostensibly to conceal their words
to any outside listener.  "did you enjoy the sight just now, boy?"

   "I don't know what you_ _"

   "The sight when I walked right over you, pervert, I know you were
looking up my panties, like you always do in class..well it's time for you
to get a closer look."

   Jason's eyes almost popped out of his head as Mrs.  Norman suddenly
walked in front of him, her legs astride his body, completely exposing her
garters and panties to his eyes.  His penis continued to grow beneath his
jeans, as he stared into her most private parts, oblivious to her mocking
smile.

   "Do you want to see more?"

   "Yes, please"

   "Please MA'AM" she said sharply.  "Don't ever forget that."

   "Yes ma'am," he said quickly.

   "Good boy, now let's take it to the next stage.  She suddenly raised her
tight skirt over the contours of her hips, until it was up to her waist. 
Then as Jason gasped, she turned away from him, so she was facing his legs
and he was facing her ass.  "This is what you REALLY wanted to see, isn't
it?"

   "Yes ma'am," Jason's voice was barely a whisper as he stared at her
glorious expanse of flesh.  Her ass was round and fleshy without being fat,
better than anything he could have imagined.  The white panties she wore
were tiny, and stuck deep into the creases of her anus, leaving almost the
entire gorgeous expanse of ass-flesh exposed.

   "Do you want more, you filthy pervert?"

   "Yyes ma'am" Jason said, hardly breathing, swallowing quickly as Mrs. 
Norman slowly removed her white garters and then peeled off her panties,
completely exposing the supreme orbs of flesh to his eyes.  His words
tailed off, as she then slowly descended on him, the expanse of ass-flesh
covering his face.  He gasped as she reached back and pulled her ass cheeks
apart, until the pink, rosy aperture of her asshole was completely exposed
to his eyes.

   "Do I have to tell you what to do, you filthy beast?  Or would you
rather I carry out my earlier threat?"

   Feeling shocked, repulsed, but more aroused than ever before in his
life, Jason stuck his tongue out gingerly, touching the center of the rosy
orifice.  The taste and smell intrigued and spurred him, and suddenly he
bega