It was a hot muggy August day in the Midwest as I walked into my 6th period class. My last class of the day, science, according to my schedule my instructor was V. Owens. Being the first day of school I had no idea who V. Owens was and not only that at 18 I was all ready bored with the project of going to school. I sat there with 20 other seniors, 8 guys and 12 girls, looking bored waiting for V. Owens to make an appearance. A few of the girls were real knock outs, most of the guys looked like geeks getting their last fling at science before graduation.
Just than V. Owens walked out of her lounge, short sleeved sweater, leather mini skirt and medium high heels, no stockings. She had long brown hair twisted into a bun, horn-rimmed glasses and a sad looking face, no smile, and no emotion showing. Her body, however, was a different story; her measurements I judged were approximately 32-24-36 she was about 4 foot tall and looked to weigh about 100 pounds, and probably around 40 or so years old. She introduced herself as Virginia Owens, married with two teenaged daughters. With that out of the way she went around the room shaking hands with all the students getting their names. When she approached my desk I stood to introduce myself, me being 6 foot 4 and about 200 pounds I looked down at her, the top of her head came just about even with my belt buckle.
After the introduction I set back down and mused to myself, "God, she could suck my cock and not even have to get on her knees!"
During the remainder of the class as she mumbled on about the assignments we would have during the year I glanced around at the other students, they were all busy taking notes. Then I focused my attention back to her, she was now leaning against the front of her desk, her arms were back causing her small pointed tits to be more pronounced and her legs were spread slightly apart causing her skirt to ride high on her thighs. Damn, my cock was starting to swell, and here it was only the first day of school.
I pictured Virginia Owens in my minds eye that night as I lay in bed stroking my 9-inch cock. God how was I going to make it through the rest of the school year looking at her without cuming in my pants every time she came close to me?
As the days passed it was getting harder for me to concentrate on school work, all I could think about was getting next to Virginia. It must have been obvious by my grades as the second week of school I was told to stay after class to discuss the grade on my last project. As the students filed out after the last bell I sauntered up to her desk. She was grading some papers, today was bad for me, and she had on a sheer low cut blouse and another tight fitting mini skirt which road high on her thighs.
I was staring at her cleavage with my cock tenting in my loose fitting pants, I never wear underwear, I tried to cover my hard on and look away when she looked up, no use; she looked straight at my cock than up in to my eyes.
She smiled and said, "Anthony, I think we have a problem, you better take a seat while we go over this last assignment."
I stuttered, "Yes, m. m. ma'am."
Before I had a chance to pull up a chair I noticed she took another long hard look at my pant covered cock, which was now leaking pre-cum and causing a giant wet spot to form about mid-thigh.
She leaned back in her chair raising her arms and clasping them behind her head she smiled again and said, "You know Tony, I may call you Tony right? Sometimes during class I get the feeling your trying to strip all my clothes off with your eyes. It's a good feeling for an old married woman like me to get looks like that from a young stud like you; however, this can't go on. You must do something about that big cock of yours before you come into the classroom; I have noticed some of the girls looking at you with their tongues hanging out as if all you had to do was say the word and they would suck it dry for you."
