School Daze

Paul sat there in the classroom dreading the next two hour lesson. He was almost 19, yet sat here in school uniform and all because of the damn illness.

He should have left last year and now be enjoying his first year at university, but a severe case of glandular fever left him off school for six months.

He managed to scrape through most of his A levels but failed the one he really needed, English Literature and that was why he was sat here right now.

He hated the thought of coming back for another year, he had suffered enough at the hands of the bullies and now he was back. The bullies had left but there siblings remained and were already making his life hell.

They didn't like it because Paul was different from them, hating sports and rather have his head in a book or be writing his own storys.

His parents had to fight to let him resit the year and the main objection came from the man who was now his tutor, Mr Worthington.

As far as he was concerned Paul had his chance and Worthington hated the fact that the principal had ignored his objections.

Mr Worthington had put every obstacle in Pauls way, giving him different tests, usually on something they hadn't covered in class in the hope of him failing but Paul always managed to get through them.

If he failed the test today then it was all over and his dreams of being a writer would end as well. His parents wouldn't let him carry on without going to university first.

The classroom door swung open and Pauls heart filled with dread at the thought of Mr Worthington entering the room. He daren't look up and kept his eyes straight ahead as a pair of legs in a skirt walked past him.

Now unless Mr Worthington had taken to dressing in women's clothing it wasn't him. In his place was a women in her fifties that he had never seen before and as he caught her eye she smiled at him.

"Mr Worthington was involved in an accident and won't be here for the next 2 weeks. I am Miss Thomson and will be covering until his return."

The whole classroom cheered and Miss Thomson laughed. "The bad news is Mr Worthington has left me the test papers for all of you."

Looking over at Paul, "I assume this special test is for you, although I think it's unfair that he is giving you a different one."

Paul's heart sank again, he thought he may have an extra two weeks but even from his sick bed Mr Worthington had managed to get his own way.

Miss Thomson started to hand out the test papers, Paul looked her up and down wondering if she was a character in one of his stories how he would describe her.

He would say she was in her mid to late fifties, not really overweight, but a slightly larger lady. Her skirt was tight enough to clearly show her large hips and a tight backside, it was hard to judge her top half as she was wearing a cardigan over her blouse but he would say she had a more than average size bust.

Finally she got to his desk and leaned over to him. Her top buttons were undone and he was getting a clear view of the top of her cleavage and despite her being a lot older than his own mother he couldn't take his eyes off her naked flesh.

She whispered in his ear, "Mr Worthington said if you fail this then it's the end but please stay after class for your results."

Miss Thomson sat down, but Paul could see out of the corner of his eye that she kept looking over at him.

"Now please start your tests," She said, this time looking straight at Paul, keeping eye contact with him for longer than she should.

Paul turned the test paper over and he knew straight away that Mr Worthington had beaten him. Not one question related to anything he knew and despite his best efforts by the end of the test the words had just seemed to leap from the page and jumble themselves into gibberish.

Miss Thomson gathered the papers up and as the class sat reading their set texts marked each one in turn. Occasionally she would look up at the class, then turn and smile at Paul.

She handed everyone their papers back, everyone except Paul. It seemed forever before the bell went and Paul was left alone in the class with Miss Thomson.

Walking over to him she sat on his desk her legs rubbing against him.

"I think you know what I'm going to say Paul. You have failed."

Paul could feel the tears building up and the tutor surprised him and reached out to hold his hand, her warm touch keeping the tears away.

"Look Paul, I have dealt with Mr Worthington before and this isn't fair. I have 10 days before I have to hand your test to him and what you did today was a copy I took so I have a plan. I know you love mystery and spy books so I have a mission for you."

Paul looked confused at her. "I can't just say you passed, but I don't like Mr Worthington and looking at you today reminds me of myself many years ago, sitting there shy and alone. So I have an initiative test for you and if you pass then you can resit Worthingtons test and this time pass it. Are you up for the challenge?"

Paul was intrigued and if it meant putting one over on Mr Worthington then he was more than happy to do that.

"Right Paul, you have this weekend to find out five facts about me. They must be something that only you will know, not something you can find from school gossip and if I catch you, you fail." She laughed out loud at the last piece and Paul watched as her breasts jiggled in time to her laughter.

Paul sat at home that night thinking how he could go about this. How would one of his story hero's start. Then it came to him, he had to find out where Miss Thomson lived.

That was a lot easier than he expected, it took two minutes trawling the internet to find out she was also a private tutor and her address was on her website, better than that it was ten minutes walk from his house.

Paul waited until the Saturday morning before staking out the house. The first fact came in seconds when he saw Miss Thomson at the window stroking her black and white cat. Fact two came a few minutes later when a lady knocked the door and called her Helen. Fact three and four took him half a day of spying, he had almost given up when Miss Thomson came out and walked over to the garage, pulling open the doors Paul noticed a very expensive racing bike, so fact 3 she was a keen cyclist and next to it was a crate of expensive wine which Paul quickly noted down the name.

He now had four out of five facts about his tutor but however hard he tried he couldn't find a fact five. He noticed that an alley ran behind her house, maybe looking into her back garden would help.

Paul checked the windows to make sure she wasn't looking out before darting over to the alley.

Miss Thomson's back garden was surrounded by a six foot fence but Paul managed to find a knot hole in the fencing.

The garden was plain lawn with a path running down the centre and a washing line. It was the washing line that gave him fact five. On the line was twelve matching powder blue thongs. Dare he put it down that he knew Miss Thomson wore thongs and not the standard panties he had seen on his mothers washing line.

His imagination was running wild, even though she was in her fifties he couldn't get the picture of her with only a thong covering her intimate parts and he could feel his cock hardening in his pants.

The thought was wiped out of his mind in a second when he caught movement at an upstairs window. No he couldn't have seen it, surely he couldn't have seen Miss Thomson walking past totally naked, she appeared at the window and looked out into the garden but this time wearing a gown.

It must have been his imagination playing tricks with him, she must have been in the gown all the time.

Either way that thought and her thongs wouldn't leave his mind and he found himself at home later that evening masturbating with her on his mind. He felt disgusted as well as excited, he had never had a girlfriend or masturbated but now he had to and couldn't stop thinking of Miss Thomson in nothing but a thong.

Even though he was eighteen all his confidence had been beaten out of him. He would sit quiet and subdued in class. He had even lost faith in ever finding a girlfriend, he wouldn't have known if a girl liked him, unless she had a big sign saying so.

On Monday Miss Thomson stopped him as he entered the school. "Come and see me at the end of the day and I hope you have the answers for me." She smiled and leaned forward, her cardigan open enough for Paul to get a glimpse down her blouse once more, doing his best to hide the hard on growing in his trousers, he quickly nodded and walked away.

The day seemed to drag but finally the end bell rang, usually he would run out of school to avoid the bullies, but this time he headed slowly to Miss Thomsons room hoping he had done enough to pass her test.

He knocked the door of the classroom and entered. Miss Thomson stood up and pointed towards a chair, instead of sitting back behind her desk she sat on the desk her legs dangling towards Paul and he was desperately trying not to think what was under that skirt.

He wondered did she wear a thong at school or was it just when she was away from work.

His thoughts were soon interrupted by Miss Thomsons voice.

"So tell me Paul, what did you managed to find out about me. Let's see if it's enough for a re-test or do I have to tell Mr Worthington you failed the test."

Paul had practised how he was going to tell her the five facts but looking at her legs swinging open and shut his words came out jumbled, not in the order he had hoped.

"Well your first name is Helen, you like Pinot Noir wine, you enjoy cycling, you have a black and white cat. He hesitated with the last fact and could feel himself blushing, finally he added, "and you like to wear powder blue thongs."

At first Miss Thomson didn't say a word, she climbed off the desk and walked to the back of the room. Paul didn't dare to look at her but thought he heard the click of the door locking, then she finally returned and stood in front of him.

Miss Thomson smiled, "Well Paul, Mr Worthington told me you want to be a writer so lets look at your research. Firstly yes my first name is Helen, although I suppose you could have heard that by standing outside the staff room. Second I will admit I did love cycling but don't do it as much now. Mmm the wine, now you are wrong on that, it's actually a present for a friend."

Paul's heart sank with the news that the wine didn't belong to her. Had he failed after all?

"Now for the last two, so you saw me playing with my pussy," she giggled as the words left her lips, "Yes I do love wearing my thongs, powder blue is my favourite colour and the only way you saw them was looking over the fence."

Miss Thomson went and sat back on the desk and looked over to Paul, "So Paul, be honest, do you think I'm too old to wear thongs. After all I'm in my fifties and not some skinny teen."

Paul was shocked by her bluntness and the words stuttered from his mouth, "Miss I think you would look great in a thong."

He wished he had thought before he said anything, had he gone to far.

Miss Thomson smiled and opened her legs as far as her skirt would let her. Paul wished that he was directly in front of her desk so he could see all the way up her skirt to the blue thong he hoped that she would be wearing right now.

For a moment Miss Thomson's face looked serious. "Look Paul the things we are talking about right now, please don't think I talk about these subjects to other pupils. I have never done anything like this. I just think there is something special about you, especially after the way Mr Worthington has treated you. Can I trust that this stays between the two of us?"

"Yes Miss, I promise I won't say anything." Paul replied.

Miss Thomson seemed to relax before she started to speak again.

"So Paul, did any of your girlfriends wear thongs?" Miss Thomson appeared to enjoy teasing him with her questions.

"I've never had a girlfriend Miss," Paul replied shyly.

Miss Thomson smiled, but didn't continue with the subject, instead she simply said. "Now Paul did you think anything was strange about my washing line. I'll give you a clue, when women wash their underwear what do they usually wash together."

Paul was confused and had to think about his own mothers washing line. Off course it was obvious, why didn't he think of it at the time.

"There were no bras on the washing line Miss." he said triumphantly.

"Well done Paul. So what do you think that means?

Paul didn't need to think, there was only two answers and he hoped it was the second one.

"Miss you either didn't need to wash them or you don't wear one." Paul knew he was blushing and the thought of Miss Thomson without a bra had caused his cock to harden more than ever.

"So tell me Paul, which one is it? Did I not wash them or am I not wearing one." Miss Thomson looked straight at him waiting for the answer.

Paul hesitated, scared to say the answer, "You're not wearing one Miss."

Miss Thomson put on her stern face, "So you are saying that I am sitting here alone with my 18 and half year old pupil and braless and the only thing under my skirt is one of my powder blue thongs."

Paul gulped, he wasn't sure if she was angry or teasing him and he just nodded his head in reply.

"Come and sit at the desk in front of me Paul."

Paul knew the moment he stood up that Miss Thomson couldn't fail to see his hardness inside his trousers. He made his way to the other desk and although she must have seen it she didn't say a word or change her expression.

He was relieved to hide behind the desk but now he was getting a perfect view of his tutors legs.

He was disappointed that she no longer had them open wide and he couldn't see above her knees. Was she about to tell him off?

Miss Thomson stepped back until she was against her desk and without a word reach behind her skirt and unclipped it.

She turned her back to him and slowly slid the skirt down her legs. Paul could see her naked backside the thongs string barely visible inside her large firm cheeks.

Swinging round Paul saw the thong in all its glory. The flimsy material barely covered her pussy and it was already damp, giving him a perfect view of the outline of her lips.

"Seems you are right Paul in my choice of underwear down below." She spoke in a manner that this was all normal, as if he had just answered a question correctly during a lesson.

Paul's cock was throbbing inside his pants and he was worried it may explode at any moment at the sight of her covered pussy and large thighs.

Miss Thomson stood there and started to unbutton her cardigan, as each button was opened Paul could see more of her cleavage through her thin blouse.

Finally as if frustrated with her self Miss Thomson clawed at the cardigan and threw it to the floor.

Paul sat with his mouth wide open, she didn't need to take her blouse off, he could see everything through it.

Miss Thomson's breasts hung down, large with her nipples pointing slightly downwards and hard forcing their way through the material

Was this a dream his fifty something teacher was stood in front of him in just a blouse and a thong.

"So you are correct Paul, but do you like what you see?"

"Oh miss I love what I see." Paul was struggling to get his words out.

"If you have never had a girlfriend are you are virgin, no one off girls even?"

Paul felt ashamed and just nodded his head.

MissThomson sat on the top of her desk opening her legs wider now.

Come here Paul and give me your hand"

Paul stood up, his legs felt like jelly as he finally stood in front of her. His hands were shaking as he felt her hand gently grip his and put it onto her thigh.

"Do you like how that feels?"

Paul let out a groan as Miss Thomson guided his hand up and down her smooth thigh, occasionally he felt the edge of her thong. Finally she let his hand run over the top of the material and he could feel her pussy lips and bulging clitoris. Feeling it for real was so different to everything he had been taught in science and his cock was throbbing and pulsing inside his trousers.

"Oh my dear Paul, I think if I don't do something, there is going to be a terrible sticky mess in your trousers and I can't let that happen. Don't be embarrassed, it often happens quickly on your first time so lets get that sorted so you can enjoy your second time

Miss Thomson leaned forward and unbuttoned Paul's trousers, dragging them down his legs, next she rolled his pants down until both garments were at his feet, only his shoes keeping them in place.

"Oh Paul, that is one big cock, these girls don't know what they are missing, but it looks close to exploding so I'll sort that."

Miss Thomson pulled her thong to one side, her pussy was bald and her lips wet and shiny. Her fingers reached down and pulled the lips open wide.

"Put it in me Paul, you won't last long but don't worry because it will afterwards."

Paul shuffled forward and his cock lined up with the teachers open lips and pushed forward.

Miss Thomson groaned as he entered her. Paul felt her tight hot pussy stretching round his throbbing cock and his instinct took over as thrust into her over and over again.

He could see her watching his cock slipping in and out and after what seemed like forever but was barely a minute Paul couldn't hold back any longer and groaning he banged harder and harder as his hot cum shot into the teacher.

Paul tried to keep thrusting, but Miss Thomson whispered. "It's OK Paul, I know you want to satisfy me but that will happen soon, stay still and there is another way to make me cum for you."

She took hold of his hand and pushed his fingers onto her large clitoris, wrapping her legs around him to hold his slightly wilted cock inside of her.

"Rub me there Paul, oh yes that's it, keep rubbing like that just a little harder."

Paul kept the motion of his finger rubbing up and down against her bud, rubbing harder as she moaned and groaned. He watched as her head hang back, eyes almost closed lost in the pleasure he was giving her.

"That's it Paul, that's so good, I'm so close do it Paul rub faster. Paul I'm cumming, you're making it happen, shit this is so good." Her last words vanished into a scream and moan as her thighs clamped harder around him, almost crushing him and even though his cock had shrunk he could feel her pussy muscles clamping and loosening on him. He felt her hot liquid flowing onto him and out of her onto his balls. Her hips bucked a few more times until her legs released him and his cock slid out of her.

For a minute she stayed still on top of the desk, her thong still to one side as Pauls sticky white cum glistened and dribbled from her hole.

She sat up and grinned at him. "First lesson, there is more than one way to satisfy a woman and now it's time for lesson 2."

Miss Thomson pushed Paul backwards until he sat on the desk, his soft cock dangling in front of him.

He watched as she pulled the ties on her thong and let the soggy material drop to the ground before undoing the buttons on her blouse and slipping out of it.

She now stood in front of him totally naked, his cum still slipping down her leg. She pushed his legs apart and knelt in front of him grabbing his soft cock she began to flick at the tip with her tongue. Paul loved the feeling and his cock began to harden slightly. He thought she would carry on with her tongue but was amazed when she opened her mouth and lowered her lips down onto his now semi hard cock.

Her head moved up and down his length slowly, willing it to grow with every movement she made. Before long he was hard and Miss Thomson took once last deep gagging suck on him before standing up again.

"Lesson 2 over, there's more than one way to pleasure a man." She laughed and her naked body quivered with pleasure.

"Lesson 3 and I think the final lesson for today, different positions. Now you may think women can only be fucked in one position, but I want you to fuck me in my favourite position."

Before Paul could answer Miss Thomson bent over the desk, her breasts hang down and she spread her legs wide. This time Paul didn't need asking, before she could say a word he was behind her and pushing into her.

"I love your enthusiasm Paul, push it up hard and grab my tits, I do love that and it's been a long time since anyone has done that."

Paul reached round and found her hanging breasts, each hand squeezed them as he began to ride her once more.

"Fuck me hard, slam you balls against me, make me yours and make me cum."

His teacher had turned into a total slut and was shouting orders between her groans. If he had any fears of hurting her they soon vanished as she shouted.

"Pinch my nipples, ram me hard I'm going to cum for you, just for you Paul."

His hands pinched into her breasts and his balls loudly slapped against her with every thrust. He watched her fingers digging into the wood of the desk, she rammed back against him every time he pulled backwards.

Her breath was getting more erratic and without warning she was shouting out, her voice echoing round the room.

"Oh yes Paul, I'm cumming, I'm cumming hard." her voice changed to a squeal as Paul felt for the first time her juices shoot down his cock and spraying out behind her.

"No don't slow down, do me harder, don't stop till you cum, do me!!" Miss Thomson cried.

Paul watched as his teachers butt cheeks shook with every hard thrust and he could feel his orgasm building again and from the sounds she was making Miss Thomson was close too.

Suddenly there was a knock at the classroom door, "Cleaner here, will you be much longer, I need to clean the room before 5pm.

Paul hesitated in his thrusts but Miss Thomson hissed, "Don't you dare stop now."

She shouted, "We're coming really soon, just dealing with a naughty pupil." turning her head to Paul and grinning before pushing back against him again.

"Now fuck me harder Paul."

Paul slammed against her, convinced the cleaner could here the slapping of her arse and her increasing moaning.

His cock slid in and out of her eager pussy and he knew neither of them would last much longer. It was as the cleaner turned her hoover on that Miss Thomson cried out and her body shook as an even bigger orgasm hit. Her flesh shaking like some out of control jelly. Her orgasm seemed to fire a switch in Pauls cock and spurt after spurt of hot cum shot deep into her as he groaned and his cock pulsed.

Paul collapsed onto his quivering teacher and they both lay there, neither able to control their bodies.

After a few minutes Pauls soft cock flopped from Miss Thomsons hole and she lifted herself from the desk.

"Wow, we better get out of here and find somewhere we can talk before the cleaner comes back."

Miss Thomson grabbed her cardigan and buttoned it over her breasts and quickly pulled her skirt on, pushing her thong and blouse roughly into her bag.

Paul struggled to pull his trousers and pants over his sticky cock but was soon helped by Miss Thomson.

They left the classroom neither of them daring to look in the direction of the cleaner.

As they walked past the empty dinner hall Miss Thomson dragged Paul in.

"Right Paul well here are five facts from me. Fact one you passed your test with flying colours," she laughed.

"Fact two, I lied, the bike is my soon to be ex-husband, I hate riding, well unless I'm riding you of course. Fact three I have never done anything like this before and I thought it would be a one off but I want to do it again, but only with you of course." Miss Thomson winked at Paul.

"Fact three you have one hell of a size of cock and I want to teach you everything there is to know about sex and giving each other pleasure. Fact four I may have lied slightly about having dealt with Mr Worthington before, I've had to deal with him for almost 20 years because fact five Miss Thomson is my maiden name. My married name is Helen Worthington and Mr Worthington isn't at school because he's spending the next two weeks moving out after I found him in bed with Mr Johnson ex head of Geography."

Pauls mouth hung open, not only had he fucked Mr Worthington over the test but he had just fucked his wife and she wanted more.

Paul grabbed Miss Thomson and kissed her hard on her lips, "Yes Miss I don't want it to be the last time and yes I want you to teach me everything about sex with you."

Smiling they headed out of school separately already making the date for their next meeting and this time no cleaner to interrupt but a whole day at Miss Thomsons home and in Mr Warrington's bed amongst other places but that's a story for another time