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   My first story...

   High school boy gets some extra help from his math teacher after class.
He wants her body, bad....  Little does he realize she wants his as well.

   I'd been struggling with math my whole life.  High school math was
getting more and more complex as I, a freshly turned 18 year old, slim,
blond kid failed my most recent attempt at a quiz.  Having received the
bare minimum 50% passing marks from grades 9 up until now, I was left inept
at completing even the so called simplest examples of formulaic equations.
Quietly passed along by nothing more than the apparent pity or frustration
of my former math teachers, this year was at least proving to be a little
more promising in the math department.

   I had a new found determination about me, to improve my math grades once
and for all, and to crack the square root rounded down to the nearest
seventh..  or whatever.  At least that's what I told myself and others. 
Now with the weather getting warmer with the spring season, I was
maintaining my resolve to 'improve my math skills', but running out of time
with final exams approaching.  In reality it was my teacher I couldn't seem
to get enough time with.  Sure, I was surrounded by young, taut beauties in
schoolgirl outfits and knee high socks.  Some rumours even circulated about
a few of those cuties having the hots for yours truly.  I was even lucky
enough to be at some of the right parties at the right time.  Lucky enough
to have taken part in a few experimental 'sessions' with a few of these
cuties, however unsatisfying most of these 'sessions' may have been. 
Despite this I am not exactly the "brimming with confidence" type of guy.
In fact I'd probably fall into more of the "anxiety ridden quiet type"
category.  Attractive to some as I may be with the green eyes and blond
hair, my deep voice is rarely heard unless topics are school related, and
not so much sports or weekend party related.  Be that as it may I'm more of
an English and art geek rather than math, but I still have my small circle
of 2 or 3 friends to keep company.

   Last class of the day I never waste time getting to Mrs.  Landford's
room.  Yes that's correct 'Missus'.  Unfortunately some lucky man has
already got his grubby paws all over this gorgeous creature every night-if
he knows what's good for him.  I am third to class, (stunning as she is,
other students may be more obsessed with her than myself, or just overly
concerned with grades) and take my seat in the row second from front, by
the window.  She has her back turned to the mostly empty class and is
writing out some hieroglyphic looking formulas for the lesson.

   She can't be older than 33.  Skin, a dark, natural tan colour year
round. Her petite, 5'4 frame covered by a rather tight, black fabric skirt
that comes down to just above her knees.  Her long, athletic legs don sheer
black nylon stockings leading down to medium height, black, high heeled
shoes; pointed closed toe with little buckle straps, about a size 5.  Calf
muscles defined perfectly for a female, without too much bulk, but you can
imagine the possibility that Mrs.  Landford may have been a regular dancer
or gymnast in the past.  She definitely still goes to the gym.  Mrs. 
Landford wears a stylish three quarter sleeve, fitted, dark coloured
business jacket, with a white blouse to conceal her conservative B cups. 
Her dark brown, streaked with lighter brown coloured hair is in sort of an
up do; basically pulled back into a ponytail which has been faced upwards,
and held in place by a large black hair clip.

   I stare at her tight ass as it so slightly jiggles with her repetitive
hand motioning on the white board.  Did I mention it's a perfect little
grip of flesh as well?  The type of bubble butt you need the genetics for,
regardless of any exercise.  Mrs.  Landford turns around and reveals her
lightly made up, unique, sort of Spanish mixed with Asian face.  Big brown
eyes, so dark almost as to appear black, with mascara and eyeliner. 
Slightly pouted upper lip with a light touch of lip liner and gloss.  I
briefly snap out of it as she flashes me and the entire class a smile,
which has filled up unnoticed by myself; so recently lost in a haze of
teenage lust and awe.

   Mrs.  Landford proceeds with the lesson, and I struggle to comprehend
the Greek symbols and variables, simultaneously trying not to get caught
periodically ogling her sweet body.  She walks up and down the aisles of
students as she speaks, and as she passes by I can taste her scent.  Some
light aroma with a sort of tropical air to it.  Coconut maybe?  The nails
on her tiny hands are French manicured and I can only imagine her toes at
this point.  About midway through the period she asks a fellow student
named Jenny to hand out our in-class math problems.  I'm relieved she
hasn't asked me to perform this task since my manhood is struggling with
some problems of its own.  Mainly those consisting of confinement, and
rapid uncontrollable growth.  Mrs.  Landford seats herself behind her desk
at the front of the class.  Thanks to the partially non covered desk, I'm
in a position as to be able to see from the bottom of her knees, down. 
After she settles in her seat, she crosses her legs and promptly allows one
of her shoes to dangle off the tips of her toes.  This allows me to glimpse
a view of her deeply arched foot.  Her toes still mainly hidden by the
closed toes, this is still a beautiful sight to behold.  I have always been
one to hold a great appreciation for each and every delicate curve and
contour of a fine woman's body, including and especially the feet.

   --------------------

   -- I think back to a day earlier in the year when the school had
arranged an assembly gathering, and everybody in the building was down in
the gym receiving some sort of presentation.  Teachers, students and all. I
had gone to the washroom and was returning to the gym when I passed the
empty math room.  I quickly glanced around the halls and saw no one so on a
whim, I poked my head in to ensure it was empty.  Satisfied, I spotted Mrs.
Landfords' pair of slightly worn running shoes, placed neatly in a corner
behind her desk.  I had seen her wearing them walking from her car in the
mornings when she arrived.  The very sight of her shoes, combined with the
atmosphere of solitude caused an immediate semi to form.  Feeling like some
sort of perverted animal, the following actions were a blur of motion and
pent up sexual energy.  I lunged over, grabbed one shoe and placed the
opening over my mouth and nose, breathing in as deeply as I could.  Dizzy
with the excitement gained from the scent, it was not overpowering, but
that of a clean woman's shoe.  Still, the scent was intense enough to
instantly cause my full 7.5 inches to ferociously strain the fabrics of my
shorts.  The odour of my Mrs.  Landfords' soles filled my very essence and
left me intoxicated with lust for her.  Part of me wanted to just go
relieve myself in the bathroom, taking the shoe with the idea to replace it
neatly where I found it, but being the timid fellow that I was, I figured
my luck was probably about to run out.  I returned to the gym with only the
memory of a goddess's fragrance, and a stifled stiffy hard enough to cut
diamonds.-

   -------------------

   Back to the present day, I practically drool as Mrs.  Landford commences
with a little more shoe play, allowing her shoe to slightly swing forwards
and backwards, off the tips of her toes until, *Plop*.  Her shoe kindly
drops to the floor.  Slowly drinking in the sweet visual of her stretching
toes, now free, to the ball of her foot, along the arch, and finally to the
smooth heel, with fascination I'm literally aching in my drawers.  I shift
in my seat and quickly steal a glance back up at Mrs.  Landford's face
where - what's that...?!  was that her just lowering her eyes from my own
glance?  She now seems to be concentrating on marking some papers..  but
have I spotted a slight smirk on her face?  Have I been caught?  And if I
have why the smirk!?  Mrs.  Landford has always been serious about
teaching, albeit friendly.  She has been known to occasionally laugh along
with the students who crack a few jokes here and there, even now and then
even offering a few puns of her own, but I would think this sort of
behaviour might offend her perhaps..?

   My anxious brainstorming is interrupted by the buzzer marking the end of
the period.  "Paul?" Mrs.  Landford addresses me.

   "Will you be joining me for some extra help today?"

   "Uh..  I still need to up my marks, so..  you bet!" I stammer.

   She smiles.  "Great."

   Blocking my still throbbing member with my bag I scramble out of the
classroom.

   "I just have to check my locker for, err..  something"

   "Alright, don't be too long"

   I have to pull myself together here.  I hit the bathroom and splash a
little cold water on my face.  Check the hair, clothes not too wrinkled.  I
take five or ten and let myself calm down before heading back up to meet
this beauty.  I wonder if she caught me...  will she confront me about it?
Did she like being swooned over by some high school geek?  These are my
thoughts as I open the door.  Mrs.  Landford is nowhere to be seen.  I take
a seat by her desk where we usually sit during these private tutouring
sessions, and await her return.  I glance over and see those same running
shoes I contemplated violating earlier in the year.  The door opens and in
walks a somehow even more gorgeous Mrs.  Landford than before.

   She has removed her stockings and is tapping towards me and her desk. 
She has also removed her business jacket, as well as the clip leaving her
hair in a bouncy ponytail.  Mrs.  Landford then locks the door behind her.
Why would she lock the door...?

   "There we go.  We'll be needing no distractions today since we're
getting into some very advanced equations now wouldn't you say Paul?"

   I cough dryly, avoiding eye contact.

   "Um, yeah it's all pretty much over my head..  I mean except for when
you explain it to me in these sessions."

   "Yes it's very commendable to be working so hard at such a difficult
subject for you.  I'll take it into consideration when I'm marking your
final exam."

   "Well your being such a great teacher, actually one of the better
teachers in the school and all, I just wanted to get all I could out of
this class, and learn as much as you could teach me...to learn..Um, try to
improve my average.."

   Easy tiger.  Probably laid it on a bit thick there, just take the
compliment.

   She smiles and seats herself behind her desk and we commence with our
usual lesson, a review of what was just taught in class.

   "How was the in-class assignment today?"

   "Yeah it was alright.  I managed to get through it."

   "Yes I noticed your eyes were wandering a little bit today." she smiles.

   "...uh...yeah a little.." I choke.

   Here it comes.

   "Since it is math and all I know there's only one right answer, but I
didn't expect you to get them all correct like that!  In fact I noticed
your answers matched almost exactly what Dave put down!  A little help from
a neighbouring classmate perhaps?"

   "Yeah I...I got a little help from Dave..he was just, uh, showing me..-"

   "Don't worry I'm just teasing you." She smiles

   "Here.  Work through these problems and tell me where you start to get
confused."

   Whew, dodged a bullet there.  A sexy bullet.

   She writes some math problems down and I take the chance to notice a few
buttons are undone at the top of her white blouse.  From my angle I'm able
to see right down the front of her shirt.  She is wearing a bra but I have
a clear enough view of her sweet, supple cleavage.  My eyes once again
wander down a bit lower to her now bare and crossed legs"Here you are."

   Mrs.  Landford slides the sheet of paper towards me.

   I quickly refocus and scan her big, liquid eyes for any sign of
awareness to my voyeurism...  nothing I can decipher.  I put my head down
and try to concentrate on the task at hand, which I am almost immediately
stumped on.

   "See right here, I don't understand these extra symbols here-"

   Suddenly her hand is over mine and she scoots her chair a little closer
beside me.  Shivers go from the contact point up through my whole body. 
Her hand is so soft it's like its almost surrounded by a coating of silk. A
suspended cushion of warm, inviting air.

   "That would be the variable.  A little more challenging since you must
work backwards here and find the square root..."

   I can hear her voice continue but the words mean nothing.  I am once
again gazing down her legs to notice that she has once again lost one shoe
to gravity.  Her shoeless little foot, suspended; freshly freed from its
prisons of nylon and leather.  Not overly veiny like some feet tend to be,
but youthful, smooth and bronze.  Her perfectly proportionate toes relaxed,
I see that she has continued her trend of self maintenance with a lovely
French pedicure.  The scent of her body wash or perfume, combined with
these visual overloads in such close vicinity causes my penis to go from a
spongy little prick to a pulsating third limb in seconds.  My mouth
inadvertently drops open.

   "Mr.  B______, are you listening?"

   Her right hand drops onto my knee.

   Uh oh.  She must have noticed the glazed look in my eyes, the- before I
complete the thought her left hand moves up my hand, arm and shoulder, and
down my side, hips, past my ever present thickness, to rest on my thigh. 
She then leans over and almost whispers, in a more sultry voice than I've
ever heard her speak:

   "Because if I'm boring you, we should probably switch teaching methods."

   Needless to say, I am speechless at this point.  Brain buzzing with
excitement and anticipation at what will happen next.  I guess she's
probably not too angry about my wandering eyes.

   As my mental pistons race, I am jolted back to the physical world as my
teacher lightly brushes her hand, wrist and arm across my tented lap, to
rest her hand on my other thigh.  She is leaning over me now.  She moves
her hand up to my abs and slides it up across my chest back towards her,
reclining back into her chair.  Staring at me, she says:

   "More of a hands on learner are we?"

   I simply nod, jaw still on the floor.

   She smiles and removes the elastic from her hair with a little shampoo
commercial head shake; in slow motion too, somehow.  She kicks off her
other shoe, and puts her feet up on my lap.  Bare soles now in clear view
she exclaims,

   "Start this off with a little massage, my feet are killing me."

   "N-No problem."

   Her soles look divine.  A significantly lighter coloured skin tone than
the rest of her body, with a slight pinkish hue.  The abrupt contrast
leaves my cock almost launching off my body like some sort of flesh rocket.

   I take hold of one of Mrs.  Landfords' tiny feet and notice it feels
just as soft as her hands; the very same 'softer than a baby's butt' type
of silkiness.  The only difference is a thin layer of sweat glistening. 
I'm a little relieved at this fact since my palms are sweating also.  I
start working the heel with my right thumb in a circular motion.  My other
thumb is a little to the other side of her foot just above the other
performing the same motion, cradling her pods in my lap.  I use these
motions up the ridge and arch of the foot, trying to remember the internet
foot massage manual I downloaded once in the past.  I feel a sense of
relief as Mrs.  Landford begins to let loose small sighs of pleasure,
increasingly more frequently as I start to massage the ball of her foot.  I
gradually move my hands up to her toes and rub each one in the same tender,
circular motion, making sure to work my fingers in between each of her
juicy little dactyls.

   Somehow restraining myself from eagerly sucking and licking her toes
like I really want to, I greedily switch over to her next foot and repeat.
Her slight sighs are graduating into low moans as I lovingly continue my
process, and her other foot begins to rub my raging rod.  Her one foot
gradually moves its way up my stomach and chest as I'm now pretty much
fumbling with the other foot.  Her toes are creeping up my neck and peach
fuzzy chin stubble, finally reaching my lower lip until I can no longer
stand it.  I clutch Mrs.  Landfords foot and just stuff her big toe and
three others into my salivating maw.  She lets out a rather loud, excited
squeal from her glowing face, but stifles it in case any faculty are still
around.  I am now feverishly sucking the remaining sweat off each one of
her toes like some sort of dog.  My tongue is invading each little space in
between her toes, tasting her salty goodness.  The salt of a goddess.  I
drag my face down her sole to her Achilles tendon, deeply breathing in the
delicious scent.  I then slowly lick from her tendon and wrap my lips over
her heel, sucking it for a moment.  One hand clutching her calf and one
cupping her toes, I slurp my tongue along the arch of her sole, savouring
each and every moment.  I'm sucking/kissing the ball of her foot now, drunk
with passion, when Mrs.  Landford interrupts me with the words:

   "Eat me"

   "Eh?"

   "I said EAT ME!..  " Mrs.  Landford almost shouts then turns to a husky
whisper,

   "Eat my little snatch!"

   I nod and begin to work my way back down her satiny soles, creamy arches
and delicate ankles.  My hands and lips caress her smooth calf muscle down
to the back of her knee, kissing and tasting my way along.  Dragging my
lips across her silken skin, inching ever closer to her yearning loins, I
stop for a second and pull her skirt up to her waist.  I take another
couple of seconds to just drink in the sight of her black lace panties,
floral patterned and sheer in some areas.  I anticipate plucking the dainty
garment from the depths of her sticky, moist crack.  I lower my face to
within an inch of her crotch and inhale the dank aura that entails.  I turn
my head and deliver what the kids call a hickey, enthusiastically to Mrs.
Landfords' inner thigh, before finally gripping the delicate material by
the front elastic.

   I take one look up at Mrs.  Landfords' flushed, magnificent face, before
slowly pulling her soaking panties down towards me with one hand.  The
thong fabric is momentarily wedged in her crotch, before it snaps down her
leg.  I slide the drenched garment along her thigh and let it drop down her
calf where it rests at her foot.  I'm now down on my knees half under her
desk, heavily breathing in the piquant flavour of her juices.  I place my
arms under Mrs.  Landfords' legs, so that they rest on my shoulders and her
ass is spread and nestled right up in my eager face.  She has a very short
layer of dark fur covering her entire vaginal region, and it has been
trimmed even shorter on her outer lips.  Her love juices stick and thread
about through some of her pubic hair, glistening under the fluorescent
lighting.  She has a beautiful little pussy.  Dark brown, thin labia lips,
with deep pink, almost purplish inner folds.  Her vagina constricts and
expands, as if it is breathing.  I bury my face in the dripping mound and
ravenously feast away.

   "Oh!" Mrs.  Landford exclaims.

   Her brief surprise quickly turns to sounds of pleasure as my tongue
swirls feverishly, tasting her sex as the overpowering sensations flood my
own senses.  Low, drawn out moans continue as I work my tounge along the
inside folds of her labia, and slide it along to the outer perimeter.

   "Ooooh Paul.."

   She clutches at my head and runs her fingers and nails through my hair.
I lick upwards and begin to tease her her protruding clitoris, indulging in
the animal waves of heat wafting from within her loins.  I circle my tongue
around her love nub as my left hand pulls back the clitoral hood for easier
access.  After a few rotations of this I give the clit a good little
sucking.  As I advance with this maneuver, her hips involuntarily lurch
forward and I have to move my face back for a second to avoid receiving a
black eye.

   "OH!  mmmmmm yes...."

   I plunge back into her heaving haunch with an aggressive tonguing
starting at the bottom of her asscrack, sliding up over her puckered anus
and slurping up through her entire vagina.  I slop my tongue back down and
this time stick it right into her rectum.

   "Oh YES!  Mr.  B_____!"

   I emerge from her sopping serenity and gaze at the vision of perfection,
licking my own numb lips with drunken bliss.  Milky fluids flow from her
chasm, and pool in the harbour of her tight, dark asshole.  From there a
waterfall of her juices trails its way down the compressed crack of her
plump little ass cheeks.  The translucent, white tint of Mrs.  Landfords'
natural lubricant, contrasting with her dark, tanned skin is insatiable.

   "You're doing well Mr.  B____...  don't stop now.."

   "Taking a sec to admire the view Mrs.  La-"

   "-Uh just Jacqueline right now, sweetie."

   "Sure.  Jacqueline."

   It's only now that I notice she has undone her white blouse down to the
last 2 buttons.  Her white bra is still on but her toonie sized, dark,
erect nipples are poking over the tops of the cups.  Her toned stomach is
flawless.  I glance back up at Mrs.  La-, err, Jacquelines' huge, doe eyes,
and they're urging me to continue.

   My left hands' thumb and index finger spread my teachers' tight little
cunt hole, and I slip my right hands' index and middle fingers deep up into
her warm, wet tightness.  I can feel her inner muscles constricting around
them.  I start with a few straight prods, then switch to a sort of "come
hither" motion, with my palm facing up, curling and extending my two
fingers repeatedly.  I look up and see Mrs.  Landfords' head tossed back as
she gasps with elation, gyrating her hips into my hand to match my rythem.
I simultaneously start to lick and suck her gleaming clitoris.  It isn't
long before I feel her shudder, and her vaginal walls clench around my
fingers with a greater force than previously encountered.  Her entire body
tenses up and momentarily stiffens, then convulses.  Mrs.  Landford lets
loose a minute long, euphoric cry of unbridled passion, gripping the sides
of her chair so tight it seems as if she might rip a chunk of cushion right
out of it.  She synchronously lets loose three or four streaming jets of
cum, deviated by my hand and translating into all out puddles of sweet
ambrosia.  My chin is dripping in sweet love juices as I hungrily lap a few
more times at her quivering mound.

   She sits still trembling for a moment, eyes misty, head swaying
slightly, breathing deep.  Leaning forward and gripping me by my collar
with both hands, she then sticks her tongue in my mouth, passionately
kissing me, tasting and sucking back all her own juices.  She leans back,
sweat glistening legs slanted to one side, and I sit back in my chair.  I
look at her look at me with a mischievous, sexy smile, biting her bottom
lip.  She looks down at my straining fabric, still containing the stiffest
member, only now aching from prolonged stiffness.

   "You deserve something in return for that production."

   With that my teacher, Jacqueline Landford, still smiling devilishly,
kneels down and undoes my zipper.  My mouth just hangs open, eyes fixated
on the visual of Mrs.  Landford pulling down my pants and boxers.  My dick
springs free and slaps me in the abdomen.  She pauses for a second to
remove the blouse and bra, letting her supple breasts fall free with a
jiggle.

   "Have a feel"

   I need no more encouragement as I reach out and squeeze her breasts, one
for each hand.  I grip the firm, soft globules and tweak her perky nipples.
She stands up and leans into me, grabbing the backrest of my chair so as to
allow her breasts to bounce right in front of my face.  I commence to suck
her hard nipples like a hungry infant, and couldn't resist once again
squeezing her naked ass cheeks.  I then feel her soft hand gently cup my
scrotum, and she gives them a light little juggling.  She then steps back
and glides her other hands' index finger from the base of my circumcised
cock, up to the tip where she taps the pee hole lightly with the tip of her
finger.  She flashes me a gorgeous little smile, scrunching her nose, then
drops down to a squatting position, legs spread apart.  The tip of her
tongue soon follows the same trail blazed by her index finger a moment
earlier, and Mrs.  Landford wraps her tiny hand around the base of my
penis.

   "Oh shit"

   "Don't just yet, give me a couple minutes Paul..."

   "...I'll try"

   She eyes my cock greedily.

   "Mmm, quite an impressive production indeed..-"

   She interrupts her own sentence by engulfing the head of my penis with
her warm, moist mouth.  Her tongue swirls around the head for a minute
while she simultaneously jacks me off.  Then she puckers and vacuum sucks
my tip until her lips release with a pop.

   "Aww shit yeah."

   A string of pre-cum links her chin to my penis.  She goes back down and
starts with a rythemic bobbing and sucking combo, with a complementary
jerking motion thrown in there.  She repeats the vacuum method, and within
a minute I can no longer hold out.

   "HERE IT IS SHIiIiiIT"

   Mrs.  Landford, still clutching my dick, opens up her mouth as thick,
hot ropes of steaming cum paint her perfect feminine visage.  One stream
splashes across from her chin to the top of her head.  Second, third and
fourth bursts erupt on her face, chest, and some even lands on her desk.  I
lean back with a satisfied groan, and Mrs.  Landford stands up, smiling.

   "Wow Mrs.-...  err, Jacqueline.  I don't know what to say...  umm.. 
thanks?"

   "Well Paul, let's just keep this between us for now.  No bragging off to
your friends."

   "Of course not.  I wouldn't dream of it."

   "Good because next time, I want that meat in my ass."