View Full Version : 1--Herbie's Horny Teacher

Brigit Astar
10-17-2012, 08:08 PM
Twenty-five-year-old Diana Wright looked at her reflection in the full-length bathroom mirror prior to taking a shower and getting ready to teach another day at Thomas Jefferson High School.

In general, Diana liked what she saw in the mirror.

Although she was full-bodied, she wasn't heavyset. She was, as the old saying goes, “firm and fully-packed.” She had shoulder-length honey-colored hair, and her deep blue eyes shone lustrously. She had cantaloupe-sized breasts but they didn't sag. Her hips were curvy and shapely, and her legs were full and sleek. Her neatly trimmed honey-colored pubic hair half-covered her moist little slit. Her rump was big and smooth. There was no sagging anywhere on her body. The only two things that kept Diana Wright from being a sexpot were her thick lips and her full-bodiness.

Even though she was twenty-five, Diana had no desire to get married. She had plenty of companionship with her own self, thank you, and she got all the cock she wanted from students.

At the beginning of each school year, she would investigate each boy who had caught her eye. If he turned out to be a valid candidate for fucking, she would investigate him further. She would find out if he was discreet or a braggart; if he were quiet or noisy.

She preferred the quiet shy type of boy, who was somewhat unsure of himself.

She had a reputation as a flirt at the high school—with both male teachers and the students. And her reputation was well-deserved, for she enjoyed playing little games with them.

She never chose more than one boy for each year. She found it much less complicated and easier to handle that way.

Herbie Boswell had captured her attention the first day of school.

He was a good-looking big husky senior, seventeen years old. She had a good feeling about him; and her hunches about boy students usually proved right.

She had investigated Herbie very well, and she was convinced he would make a good boy for her for the coming school year.

She took a shower and got dressed and brushed her wavy hair.

It took her quite a while to get dressed and apply makeup, as she liked to look her best.

The high school was very liberal when it came to both the curriculum and the dress code for both teachers and students. Diana chose a short pink skirt—it would show her full sleek legs to their fullest advantage, and her big upthrust rump. She decided to wear a tight silk white blouse. It would display her big rounded breasts.

She then drove to the high school.

As she made her way to her office, she acknowledged the smiles and waves from both the teachers and students. With her vivacious manner and flirtatiousness, she was easily one of the most popular teachers at the high school.

She studied her notes for the forthcoming first period, and then suddenly she began thinking of Herbie Boswell.

They had already had a counseling period together, and had broken the ice.

She was impressed by his politeness and humble manner. And by his big huskiness and the imprint of his cock, which could clearly be seen. She saw that he had a long thick prick.

She could tell just by looking at him that he was turned on by her, for he stared at her bare legs and the imprint of her big titties. He even licked his lips when he looked at her.

Diana felt a heaving in her breasts, and her throat was dry as she looked at him.

It had been quite a while since a boy had turned her on as much by her mere looking at him.

The more she saw of him, the more she liked. His attitude especially turned her on. He didn't come on as if he knew everything, or had all the answers. In fact, he was unsure of what he wanted to do after high school, and had told her as much at their first counseling session.

Diana didn't have Herbie in a class till the sixth and final period of the day. As she passed by his desk when she was returning papers, she had written on his paper: Can you see me after class in my office for a counseling session? If you need transportation, I can drive you home.

She made it a point to look at him till he acknowledged her gaze and he nodded yes.

After class she walked with him to her office, opened the door, and with a friendly open smile told him to sit next to her seat at her desk.

She crossed her legs and her skirt rode up her thighs. She noticed that he gave her legs a long full look. She thrust out her front at him so he would be sure to notice her big breasts.

“Herbie,” she said, “I want to start this out by saying that your grades don't look too promising. You're failing Biology. I'm also concerned about your uncertainty with what you want to do after high school.”

“I know, Ms. Wright,” he replied apologetically. “But the problem is I'm not sure if I want to go to college. In fact, I'm not sure about anything; what I want to do or anything like that. I think I need some time off after this year to think about what I want to do. As for the courses I'm taking, I just can't seem to get interested in them. I'm sure I would do better if I found them to be of more interest.”

Diana was impressed with his honesty and his refusal to make excuses. “I can understand that, believe me,” she said. “It took me a year or so after I graduated from high school before I decided to become a teacher. I feel that I understand you and what you're going through.”

She laid a hand on his knee, and his cock jerked.

“I'm glad you do,” he replied, “because no one else seems to understand.”

She lifted her hand from his knee after giving it a little stroke. Herbie's dick felt like it was going to explode.

“I think the best thing you can do is take about a year after high school and do things you're interested in doing,” she said, “and experiment with things. I'm sure you will find what you're interested in doing.”

“My dad wants me to join the air force, as he did,” Herbie answered, “and become a career military man. But I don't know if that's what I want to do.”

“Your dad was career military?”

“Yes, he's been in the air force for thirty-five years,” Herbie replied.

“My dad was career military too,” Diana said. “He was in the navy for forty years.”

“Wow!” Herbie exclaimed. “Forty years?”

“Yes,” Diana replied, “but so was my mom. She was in the navy for thirty-eight years.”

“My mom's the same way,” Herbie said. “She's been in the air force for about thirty-five years.”

“I totally understand your situation and position,” Diana said. “It's rough on kids to be in a military family. They have to change schools and places they live and give up friends so often.”

“I know,” Herbie answered. “This is the first time I've gone to school here, and there's no guarantee that mom or dad won't be assigned to move to another location before school is finished this year.”

“All you can do is hope for the best,” Diana said. “Listen, I just thought of something. Have you ever been tutored?”

“No, I haven't,” Herbie replied.

“Perhaps that's what you could use. I could tutor you. We could find out the things you're interested in and, who knows, you may want to study them.”

“It sounds like a good idea,” Herbie said, staring down at the outline of her breasts and her legs and licking his lips.

These actions on his part weren't lost on Diana. She gave him a seductive smile, and then looked down at his crotch. She saw that his cock was hard and throbbing. She could tell that he was indeed long, stiff and thick.

“When is your best time to be tutored?” she asked.

“I don't really have a good time,” he answered. “My day is filled with classes; I have one study period.”

“What about after school?”

“I have to catch a bus.”

“I could drive you home. Where do you live?”

“On Maple Street.”

“That's a parallel street to Pine Street where I live,” she replied. “It wouldn't be out of my way to take you home.”

“Are you sure?” he asked.

“Positive,” she replied, smiling. “Why don't we do this: start the tutoring tomorrow after school, for forty-five minutes or so, and then I'll take you home.”

“That sounds great,” a big smile crossed his face.

“Good,” she said. “We'll start it tomorrow.” She looked at her watch, and Herbie took this as a hint.

He stood and said, “Thank you. Ms. Wright.”

“You're more than welcome, Herbie. And remember this: if you ever have any problems or concerns, you can come to me and talk them over. Also, I can guarantee you one thing: if you study hard and really apply yourself and do the things I want you to do...in Biology, I'll give you an A grade.”

Herbie absolutely beamed a smile at her. “Thanks again,” he replied.

“Do you need a ride home?” she asked.

“Yes, I do. “I'm afraid my bus leaves right after sixth period.”

“No problem,” she answered. “Let me just get a few materials together and lock up.”

He watched her as she gathered materials. His prick was stiff and throbbing. He was embarrassed as he thought she would see it. How little he knew Ms. Wright.

They finally left her office and walked out of the school to the teachers' parking lot.

They spoke of inconsequential things as she took him home. When she let him out in front of his house, she said, looking down at his crotch, “I'm looking forward to privately tutoring you.”

“Me too,” Herbie answered, checking out her body.

That evening found both teacher and student thinking of each other.

Diana lounged in an easy chair and sipped a drink and had some music playing in the background as she thought about Herbie. He, on the other hand, lay on his bed in his underwear and stroked his dick as he thought of his teacher.

After the counseling session that afternoon, Diana was surer than ever that she had made a good choice in Herbie to be her boy of the year. Besides his characteristics of being big and husky and good-looking—and having a good-sized cock, he seemed to be compliant and eager to please her.

She slid a hand down her slip and cupped a breast. She began to breathe harder as she stroked the titty, scraping a thumb over the nipple. A warm tingling began to pervade her body.

Herbie imagined Ms. Wright in his head as he rubbed his prick. She was so sexy! So pretty and built good. He used his imagination on thinking of her breasts and pussy. He knew, by the imprint and outline of them, that her titties were probably big and rounded. Her pussy would be snug and hot and moist.

He imagined, as he stroked his dick, that it was pumping in her cunt instead. He had to hold off and slow down or he would have cum right then and there. And he didn't want to do that. He wanted to stretch his imagined experience out as long as he could.

Diana slid her middle finger into her pussy and rubbed the clit with her thumb. She squirmed and moaned in the chair as she raised her legs and drew them back. She pictured Herbie pumping his long thick stiff dick deep in her cunt. She gasped with the feeling as she finger-fucked herself to a mini-climax.

Herbie couldn't hold back any longer. He got out of bed and hurried to the bathroom and grabbed a bunch of tissues. He began briskly rubbing his prick up and down and gasping and panting in front of the commode as he imagined digging every inch of his dick up Ms. Wright's cunt and his cum gushing out—deep in her core.

Diana dug her fingers into her pussy, rubbing her clit and jamming the middle finger up to her hand, as she cried out in a climax.

Both teacher and student moaned and groaned as they finished off their cuming. But it was a half-satisfaction, for both knew there was nothing like the real thing. And masturbation was at best a halfway measure...

The next day seemed to drag for both teacher and student. Ms. Wright was determined to make her move that afternoon during the counseling session; Herbie, on the other hand, was satisfied to keep checking his teacher out. If he could have known what would happen during the counseling session, he would have perhaps shouted with glee.

The sixth and final period finally came to an end. Herbie walked to his locker, deposited his books, and quickly went to Ms. Wright's office and knocked. There was no answer and he figured he had beaten her to her door.

Her office was located “off the beaten path.” There was the main hallway, and then one had to turn down another hallway, and still another. Her office was located in a kind of cul de sac, at the end of a short hall. There weren't any doors near her office door. It was about as secluded as one could get.

He heard her heels clicking on the hallway floor, and then she turned the corner and she smiled upon seeing him.

“I was a little delayed after class,” she said, as she unlocked the door.

They entered her office and she motioned for Herbie to sit in a chair beside hers.

There were two boxes filled with books on her desk.

Herbie sat and watched Ms. Wright as she sat beside him. Once again her skirt slid up her thighs so that most of her full smooth legs could be seen. He noticed that the top two buttons of her blouse were undone. A good deal of her big round breasts could be seen. Herbie's dick hardened and thudded.

He assumed that the tutoring would begin immediately, but Ms. Wright seemed to be in no hurry. They talked about each others families and their experiences as military “brats.”

After about a half hour, she passed a pad to him and said, “Why don't we start by having you write down the things you're absolutely not interested in, and then write down the things that do interest you.”

Herbie spent about fifteen minutes listing those things he hated, and the things he liked. He passed the pad to her and she glanced at it, and then said, “I'll study these in depth later. In case you're wondering, the tutoring—especially in Biology—will begin tomorrow.”

She reached out and touched one of the boxes on her desk and gave out a distinct sigh. She looked at him and gave him a flirtatious smile. “Could I ask a favor of you?”

“Sure,” Herbie replied, only too happy to fulfill any request she would make.

“These boxes of books,” she tapped one with her hand, “are all old editions of science and biology textbooks and they've been replaced, and I, like an idiot, volunteered to take them down to the basement to the storage room. Could I ask you to help me take the books down there?”

“I'd be glad to help you,” Herbie answered. “No problem.”

She went to the door and opened it, strapped her purse on her shoulder, picked up the smaller of the boxes and walked out. Herbie followed with the bigger box.

She grappled with locking her office door and holding onto the box of books at the same time. Then she led the way to the basement.

Herbie watched her big ass as it slowly twirled around and imagined stroking and even licking it.

She looked back at him and smiled. “You're a big strong boy,” she said flirtatiously. “You're having no trouble carrying those books. But me...” she gave out a big breath.

They finally reached the basement and walked across to the storage room. She struggled with opening the door and holding the box, but then she finally opened the door and entered the small storage room. As Herbie entered, he noticed that she clicked the lock down on the door. She gave him a seductive smile and lay the box down on the floor...

10-18-2012, 06:14 AM
An excellent beginning as one would expect from such a skillied authoress.

Brigit Astar
10-19-2012, 04:40 PM
I never was one to write a wham bham thank you ma'am story. I like to use the first chapter to describe the characters and their situations, etc, then in the second chapter, the action will begin.

Brigit Astar
10-20-2012, 05:57 PM
Bumped to bring it in line with the rest of the story