From ek972@po.cwru.edu Tue Mar 11 23:37:59 1997
THE ENGLISH TEACHER	

"Well, class, I don't know how you feel, but today was an
unusually good day, in my opinion.  As you read your theme
assignments today I noticed that every single one of you is
improving in your creative writing ability and even in your
grammar.  When the bell rings, please leave your themes here on
my desk in a *neat* stack please.  I'll grade them tonight and
have them back to you tomorrow.  Just from hearing you read
them, however, I think they are all going to be good grades."

The bell rang and the students filed by the desk putting the
theme papers into a relatively neat stack.  I asked for a neat
stack because sometimes in the rush out the door, papers were
strewn halfway from here to Chicago.  I guess it is because it
is the last period of the day and everyone's in a hurry.

I watched proudly as they filed by.  There was Albert.  Albert
had never been an excellent student in school and especially in
English.  His English teachers in the lower grades had given him
bad marks and he seemed to be an underachiever.  Now, however,
in his senior year, he seemed to have blossomed in this subject.
 He smiled as he put his paper down.  It was a proud smile -
almost a "thank you" smile but he shouldn't be thanking ME for
working so hard himself.  I smiled back.

Susan had always been a good English student and even talked
about majoring in journalism at college.  I think she'll do
fine.

Stacie gave me one of her special smiles.  There was something
about Stacie that was hard to put my finger on.  Stacie was a
good student in all her classes and would do well in whatever
she would do in the future but I didn't know what that was.  She
had never told me.  There was something special about Stacie. 
She was a very cute girl and, at the same time something in her
personality gave her an "earth-sexy" quality.  That is the only
way I could describe it.  Normally, my observations about the
sexiness of women were limtited to women more my own age. 
Except for Stacie, girls in high school had no sexual appeal to
me.  Oh, I suppose I noticed an especially well-formed pair of
legs or a well-proportioned body, good hair or a pretty face -
but these observations never gave me a sexual tingle when it was
a high school girl.  I had even grown beyond the age where
college girls looked appealing to me.  They, too, looked to me
like little girls.  But there was something special about
Stacie.

"Mr. Smith, you said you liked everyone's theme when they read
it?", Stacie asked, giving me her typically sexy look.

"Yes, Stacie, I wasn't just being nice.  I can clearly see the
improvement in everyone's work this year.  The story you read
today had a special, haunting quality about it.  I liked it a
lot.  You know, Stacie, it just dawned on me that I have never
asked you what you intend to do when you graduate!  Do you mind
telling me?"

"I am going to enroll in the local massage therapy school.  I
can get a degree in massage therapy in two years and it pays
well."

"That is a nice career.  I have gone to massage therapists when
I have had a back pain or a stiff neck and always go away
feeling better.  I'm sure it must be a rewarding career."

"Do you know," Stacie continued, "that a good friend of mine is
halfway through the school and has taught me a lot of the
massage techniques?  Do you have any stiff muscles?  If you do,
I can show you."

"As a matter of fact, my neck has been stiff a lot
lately...okay, show me."

"You have to lay down on the desk with your head resting on the
edge."

I took off my sport jacket and lay down on my back with my head
right at the edge of the desk.  While I was doing this Stacie
closed and locked the classroom door.

"I don't want anyone to get the wrong idea," she smiled.

"That's very kind of you," I smiled back.  I don't think Mrs.
Johnson, the principal, would understand very much, do you?"

We laughed and she walked to the side of the desk above my head.
 "Okay, now, Mr. Smith, you must relax all your muscles and let
me make the moves.  Just lay real limp and loose."

I did what she said.  She took the palms of her hands and placed
them along the sides of my face and gently rotated my head in an
arc, first one way and then another.  She was really gentle
about it but I could hear the muscles in my neck "crackle" as
she gently made these movements.  Then she bent my neck to one
side and then the other.  Again I heard little crackles and a
warm feeling going down my spine.  Then she pulled straight up
on my head gently and I could feel the vertebrae of my neck
stretch and align themselves.

"Does that feel better, Mr. Smith?"

"Oh, geez!  Yeah.  I can't believe it.  Thank you!"

"I'm not done yet.  Let me finish because after I do it all, you
will feel better longer and maybe your neck won't get stiff for
awhile."

"Itza deal," I laughed.

"You're going to wonder why I do some of the moves I will do but
just trust me, okay?"

"Okay."

The first move she did, with her warm palms still against my
cheeks surprised me a lot.  She bent over my face and I looked
into her upside-down face, which was smiling.

"Still trust me, Mr. Smith?"

"Yeah, Stacie..."

She leaned down slowly, still smiling and placed her lips
against mine and gave me an upside down kiss.  I couldn't help
but return the kiss.  Her lips were soft and warm.  We continued
to kiss and eventually her tongue touched my lips and licked
them from side to side, eventually barely parting my lips and
going shallowly into my mouth, where the tip of my tongue met
hers.  Her tongue flitted and teased and mine did the same to
her.  She let out a sighing exhale and I could smell the sweet
aroma of her breath.

I lifted my arms and placed my own hands along side her face and
pressed her deeper into the kiss and when I did that, her own
hands undid my tie and pulled it out of it's knot and then her
fingers nimbly undid my shirt buttons, revealing my bare chest. 
She ran her hands down the insides of my shirt to my sides and
she caressed my chest and sides.  

This was a massage I felt I would never forget.  Her hands were
now unbuckling my belt, then my pants and, with my help I was
soon naked on the desk on my back.  

"Mr. Smith, I told you to relax and look at THAT muscle - it is
so stiff!"  We both looked at my cock which was standing
straight up.  We laughed.

"Is it at all kosher for the patient to massage the masseuse?",
I asked.

"It is required," she answered, smiling.  So we traded places,
me swiveling off the desk and she lying down.  Her dark eyes
looked up at me - half in smile and half in wonder.  I leaned
toward her pretty face and stroked the sides of it with my palms
and whispered to her, "This will take awhile.  You will not be
naked for some time.  This will be very slow.  Is that okay?"

Stacie nodded, "Mm-hm" and her dark eyes just looked into mine. 
God those eyes!  I kissed each of her eyes lightly on the lids
and she let out another exhale from pursed lips, shaped into a
kiss.  I bent my head toward her lips and kissed them but just
by barely touching her pouted lips - just barely - hardly
touching.  Then the very tip of my tongue just touched her lips,
darting lightly - barely touching.  She opened her lips but I
just kept touching her lips with the tip of my tongue.  Her
tongue came out, snaking, and I touched the tip of her tongue
with the tip of mine.  I ran my hands down the sides of her
body, feeling the curves through her clothing.  Her arms.  Her
hips.  Up her sides.  The very sides of her breasts, which were
surprisingly well formed.  Her breath now seemed almost hot.  I
moved my kisses to the sides of her face and down her neck.  As
I reached her blouse collar she began to reach for her buttons
but I took her hands into mine and kissed the palms, laying them
back at her side and I continued to kiss just above her blouse
collar around her neck.  Then I took my teeth and undid one
button by forcing the button through it's hole using my teeth
and tongue.  I was surprised at my ability to do this.  "Pop" it
was open and I licked the bony part just below her neck.  I felt
her squirm.  Then the next button and minutes spent exploring
her upper chest above her bra.  Then the next button and I could
see she was wearing a black lace bra with the button in the
front.  But for now I ignored that lovely little button and knew
I would get back to it later.  

As I bit open the last button of her blouse by pulling the base
of her blouse from her skirt with my teeth, her lovely belly was
before me, being licked and glistening with my mouth's moisture.
 She had a cute belly, flat and her lowest ribs making a scoop. 
As she breathed rather heavily, her flat belly rose and fell.  I
licked just under the edge of the top of her skirt and her hands
came down to help me remove the skirt but I took her hands
again, kissed the palms and laid them at her side.  I continued
to tease with my tongue along the skirt and up her belly to her
bra, back down, around the skirt some more.

Finally I opened the button of her bra and it divided to each
side, revealing two very womanly mounds of luscious flesh.  Her
lovely tanned skin tone was even.  She must do the sun naked, I
thought.  Her nipples were a dark crimson and were erect like
little erasers.  I took one of them between my teeth and gave it
a very gently nibble and then licked it, flicking very fast with
my tongue, causing it to wobble up and down and then I gave it
circles with my tongue.  The lovely flesh of her tit made little
ripples not unlike a stone in the water.  I moved my hands up to
her breasts as I kissed them and gave them caresses on the sides
and the little cleavages underneath.  She moaned lightly. 
Placing my thumbs along side her breasts to continue caressing
them, I moved my face down again to the edge of her skirt and
this time when she raised her hips toward my face, her hands
went under her butt to undo a zipper.  I took the sides of her
skirt and panties and spent about fifteen minutes moving it
lower and lower until, at the end of fifteen mintues, her skirt
was bundled at her hips and I was looking at her wonderfully
shaped pubic hair area.  A slight aroma arose from her.  That
woman aroma of arousal.

I took the skirt and panties and removed them in one movement
from her legs and feet, removing her flats at the same time. 
She was naked.

"Oh, Mr. Smith...", is all she whispered.

I touched the lovely, white area of her inner thighs and gently
encouraged her to spread her legs as I began to explore her
womanhood with my tongue.  It was very, very moist and hot. 
There is a hotness about an aroused pussy that has nothing, I
don't think, to do with temperature.  Her aroma was almost a
perfume - but natural - not out of a bottle.  I wish I could
have bottled every aromatic juice from every woman I had ever
made love to.  I would have labelled the bottles with their
names and for the rest of my life I would open the bottles and
sniff and taste.  Stacie had her own, distinctive aroma, as does
every other woman.

As I touched my tongue to her wet and glistening pussy lips, her
taste to my tongue was sweet - very sweet.  I drank of her
sweetness until my head swam.

"Come up on the desk with me," she whispered.  As I did, she
guided me into the 69 position and I knew then what she wanted. 
As I ate her she ate me and her lips and mouth were hot, hot,
hot.  I ate her deeper and deeper, quickening the pace bit by
bit.  I don't know how long we ate each other.  It might have
been seconds.  It might have been hours.  Eventually, however,
Stacie began to tremble at about the same time as I felt charges
of electricity in my innermost soul.  

Her girlish grunts and screams as she came into my mouth were
contrasted by my deep groans and twitches as I came into her
mouth.  As I came she slurped and sucked, taking it all in  I
darted my tongue as deep as it would go into Stacie, in
gratitude.  I wanted it to go into her soul - into the place
where the fire lives.  I wanted to lick her love if that is
possible.  I wanted my tongue to fill her body.

"fuckme," she whispered.

As I rotated around her face was reddened and a little blotchy -
as compared to her normally glowing and tan compexion.   It was
the face of love.  A clear droplet of cum rolled from the corner
of her mouth.  Her brown eyes were full of lovelust as I looked
at her, placing my dick against her pussy.  She took her hands,
guiding my rubbery cum-covered dick into her pussy lips where it
seemed to instantly return to life.  I pumped her slowly and on
each pump she sucked with her pussy muscles and her eyes
reflected the effort she was giving to this sucking until they
closed.  Her mouth made a little circle as I fucked faster and
deeper.  The contrast of the red areas of her skin to the white
areas were becoming more prominent.  I stood up on my knees now,
fucking her deeper and deeper and she raised her legs toward my
head and I took her ankles and kissed the soles of her feet as I
pumped her.

The desk was grating on the floor and Stacie's sweaty back was
making squeaking sounds against the top of the desk and I pumped
her like a piston.

Her crash was a noisy crash as she shuddered from head to toe in
orgasm.

She whispered "cum cum cum cum cum..." over and over.  Was it
her cum or did she want me to cum.  I think I did a little but
not as forcefully as I had moments before in her mouth.

I lay down next to her and we must have spent an hour kissing
and whispering little things.

"When you go into practice, I would like to be a regular massage
customer."

"This is practice, Mr. Smith, and I will need all the practice I
can get before I enter school, during school and then, then you
can become a customer.  Do you mind giving me practice, Mr.
Smith?"

"Practice makes perfect, sweetheart."

THE END