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Ah, 1971.It was the year Disney World opened in Orlando, Apollo 14 landed on the moon, and Playboy magazine showed pubic hair for the first time. For me, it was my year of sexual awakening. As a sixteen-year-old, I’d just started my Junior year of high school, where I earned decent but not spectacular grades and pretty much kept to myself. I was on the Varsity football and wrestling teams, a member of the glee club, and pretty much socially inept. I lived in a solid, blue-collar community, without much hope or ambition to achieve more than our fathers had, and I was okay with that.What I did have were fantasies—to be more specific, sexual fantasies. Of course, I now understand that most teenagers have them, but at the time I assumed it was a quirk unique to me. It wasn’t like I could ask any of my friends if they had dreams of sex with actresses and models or if they got an erection when snooping on their sisters in the shower. No, all I could do was absorb the male bravado around me, where every guy claimed he had banged a dozen girls and every other guy claimed to have fingered an older cousin at a wedding.While my fantasies spanned a wide range of possibilities, with starlets on one end of the accessibility spectrum and girls I went to class with on the other, ultimately, all seemed to be equally unattainable. But that didn’t prevent me from dreaming about the nubile beauties who filled the classrooms and hallways. With their tight sweaters and short skirts exposing tantalizingly long legs, I was surrounded by opportunity but lacked the coolness factor to be successful. I was solidly stuck in the friend zone, long before it had a name.While drooling over female classmates was a daily activity, one thing that never interested me was female teachers. Throughout most of my school career, most of my teachers were female and generally of an age somewhere between my mother and grandmother. Never were they attractive to me and if someone had suggested sex with one, my penis would have withered and fallen off my body for sure.In those days, teachers were not even considered real people. They were these authoritative knowledge fountains whose sole purpose was to pour facts into your brain between the hours of eight o’clock and three o’clock, Monday through Friday. Outside those hours, we just assumed they went into their storage pods (aka the forbidden teacher’s lounge) and waited for the next school day. On the rare occasion when you spied a teacher outside the classroom, it seemed unbelievable, almost like a Bigfoot sighting. And then you did your best to avoid them lest you had to engage in conversation. What even would you talk about? It was just unnatural.All that changed on the day I started junior year biology class. All the kids were seated waiting for the teacher to arrive, just to see what she looked like. Our schedule listed her name, but she was not a teacher any of us recognized. Starting a new grade level was always stressful, but normally, you at least knew the teacher’s history. With a brand-new teacher, it was all a blank sheet and our imaginations ran wild with horrible possibilities.Five minutes after the bell, this young woman came rushing into the classroom with papers flying everywhere and a look of embarrassment on her face. She had a large leather case hung over her shoulder and her arms were filled with folders and loose papers which were now in the process of falling everywhere. She dumped her armload onto her desk before crouching low and scooting along the floor, picking up all that she’d dropped.No one said a word, but what caught my attention was how far up her thighs her skirt had risen. She had gorgeous legs and as she swiveled her body to grab the last folder, I saw a flash of white between her thighs. That patch of white fabric, now burned into my retinas, was triangle shaped and as my cock stiffened I understood that I was seeing her panties.As an adult, I understand that looking at her in such a compromised position was just wrong, but as a hormonal teenager, all I knew was that I was seeing underwear on a live woman for the first time. It was intoxicating and would be used as masturbation fodder for weeks. You have to understand that in 1971, there was no Internet with its endless pornography, and what few X-rated movies existed were almost impossible to get into. No, all we had were commercial nudie magazines that were cookie-cutter and boring, with the only excitement being the introduction bursa escort of visible pubic hair in Playboy. So, the bar was really low for things that caused a boner.After she was settled, I don’t remember much about what else happened that first day. We did learn that her name was Miss Taylor and that she was from Georgia and had just graduated from teaching college that year. This was her first teaching job, and we were her very first class. While most of the class groaned at hearing that we were her first, I was fascinated. It intrigued me that I would be learning a new subject while she was learning how to be a teacher.***As the weeks passed, I found her teaching style to be casual, friendly, and with a bit of humor. She had an excellent technique for clarifying complex subjects and never made anyone feel dumb when questions were asked. I found myself working hard for her class because I truly wanted her to like me. Why? Because for the first time I saw a teacher as a real person and not just an automaton.For one thing, she was pretty. Maybe not gorgeous, but very attractive. Her reddish-blonde hair was cut short, just down to her shoulders, and her pale complexion was dusted with cute freckles. She was tall, about five feet eight and though slender, her hips and ass were shapely. I especially loved her breasts. Not only were they grapefruit-sized, but with the lightweight blouses and lacy bras she wore, there were days when a hint of darkened areola was visible. During many classes, I suffered from a stiff cock leaking into my pants.I was so desperate for her favor that I began to have dreams where she was a damsel in distress. In almost every fantasy, she would be threatened by bad guys or monsters and I would swoop in and save the day, superhero style. Then she would be so grateful, we’d have sex and my dream would end, usually with me cumming in my pajamas. I now understand that in adolescence, dreams like this are not unusual. But I had no idea that within months I would learn that some fantasies do come true.***By early spring, as I was approaching my seventeenth birthday, I had established myself as the teacher’s pet. After her class, I had study hall, so I often stayed to help her set up or tear down experiments. And with a solid “A” in biology, she even let me help grade other classmates’ papers. We were extremely comfortable with each other, and I suspect now that a more seasoned teacher may have sensed our interactions had strayed outside the lines of a traditional teacher-student relationship. I didn’t care. All I knew was that I had my first teacher crush, and the end of the term was frightfully close.It was a Friday in late April, and her class that day covered genetic diseases and the various underlying side effects they caused. For one particular blood disease, she mentioned that afflicted men were unable to have children, and I had difficulty understanding why. I just wasn’t seeing the biological connection.“Miss Taylor?” I called, raising my hand. “From a genetics standpoint, what is the mechanism that prevents a man from bearing children? Is the man’s sperm defective?”The class giggled and just as she began to answer, the bell rang, ending the class.“Class,” she called out. “Next week is spring break, but I want everyone to read chapter seventeen before you return. There will be a quiz about the material.”As I was gathering my books, Miss Taylor stepped over to my desk.“Mike, if you want to hang around, I’ll answer your question.”As the last student left, she closed the door and sat at the desk next to mine. She grabbed my notebook, flipped it to a blank page, and pulled a pen from my pocket. She began sketching, but at first, it was difficult to see what she was trying to show me. A minute later, I was shocked to see the image of a limp penis, complete with hanging balls.“This is what the penis looks like in its normal flaccid state. Though I imagine at your age, this is probably the abnormal state.” She couldn’t help but chuckle at her little joke.I smiled back, though I felt my face flushing as my crush talked about my penis.“Now, when a man becomes aroused, blood flows into spongy chambers which run the length of the penis, causing it to harden and become erect.”She began a new sketch showing a penis in all its erect glory. As she ran her finger along the shaft, pointing out the spongy chambers, my cock responded to the stimulation by growing down the leg of my pants; call it life bursa escort bayan imitating art.“The problem is, for a penis to become hard enough to slide into a female’s vagina, the male’s body has to have sufficient blood pressure to fill and stiffen the chambers. With this genetic disease, the man typically has low blood pressure and is unable to achieve an erection. No erection, no penetration, and no procreation.”Hearing her describe sliding penises was too much for my brain. We were so close together, I could smell her perfume and see the little gold flecks in her emerald-green eyes. As she spoke, I was transfixed by her full, ruby lips and glimpses of her delicate pink tongue as her mouth moved. My cock was leaking, and my brain was screaming at me to kiss her. I needed to say something.“Uh, er,” I said stupidly, “I thought an, uh, erection was caused by muscles. I mean, ah…”Beautiful laughter filled the room and for the first time, I saw how young she really was. She’d told us she was twenty-three and to a guy my age, that seemed old. But she looked so delighted with my naive understanding that rather than feel insulted, I fell even deeper in love with her. Soon we were both giggling like kids, tears streaming down our cheeks.“I’m sorry,” she gasped, trying to catch her breath. “I shouldn’t be laughing. But you looked so serious, I just lost control for a moment. Forgive me?”“It’s kind of dumb, now that I think about it. I mean, when it’s hard, it feels nothing like my muscles, and when it’s soft, where would the muscles have gone?”I froze, realizing I had just described touching my cock to my crush, who was sitting almost in my lap. Whatever shade of red my face had been, immediately turned three shades darker.“Yes, that is a good analysis,” she said, switching back to teacher mode. “The change in solidity and texture of your penis means an erection has to be less about tissue mass and more about fluid dynamics.”As she spoke, she glanced down at my lap and saw the bulge of my cock running down my pants leg. And where my cock ended, a large dark stain had blossomed through the fabric.“Hmm,” she said quietly. “Speaking of fluids, it appears your penis is leaking. Perhaps my explanation was a little too graphic?”“Yeah, a little,” I said, my voice unsteady. “It doesn’t take much to set it off.”She sat back in her seat, eyes moving from my face to my crotch. It looked like she was trying to decide something.“If you’re up for a little more education on this topic, come see me at the end of the day.”***Fifteen minutes after classes ended for the day, I was at her classroom door. I hesitated, unsure of exactly what she meant by additional education. Stepping into the room, I found her working on a pile of essays from another class. She was so intent on her work, she didn’t notice as I approached her desk. Leaning forward as she was, I had a clear view down her blouse of her lacy bra. It was too opaque to reveal anything, but it was lightweight and did a good job of showing the shape of her breasts.“You know, it’s impolite to look down a woman’s blouse,” she said in a scolding tone, surprising me.“Uh, I’m sorry,” I said apologetically.She looked up from her work and favored me with a big smile. Again I was struck by how beautiful she was. Her skin was pale, and her face had a light dusting of freckles that made her look even younger. Her lips were full and lush looking, and for a moment, I fantasized about kissing them.“Just don’t do it again; it’s rude. Now, are you ready for your lesson?”I nodded wordlessly as she stacked her papers and stood. She took my hand and led me to the back of the classroom, where she used a key to unlock the door to the storage room. I’d visited this room many times helping move equipment for various labs and activities, but I wasn’t certain why we were going in there. She closed and locked the door and led me to the back corner where a sofa and other furniture had been stored.“I use the sofa sometimes for naps or relaxing between classes,” she said, answering my unspoken question. “Now, take your hand and place it over my heart.”I stood, not quite sure what she meant, so she took my hand and placed the palm flat against her chest between her breasts. I could feel the slope of her boobs and my pulse rate accelerated.“Feel my heartbeat,” she said softly. “I’m excited about what’s going to happen, and you can feel how rapidly my heart is beating.”“Uh, oh,” I began stupidly. “What’s escort bursa going to happen?”“First, I’m going to finish my explanation of how an erection works. Then I’m going to show you how to make love.”She unbuttoned her blouse and shrugged it off, placing it neatly on a chair. Her bra was peach-colored with lace trim around the edges, and I could see a vague darkening where her nipples were hidden. She then unzipped her skirt and slid it down her legs, removing it along with her shoes. She now stood before me, barefoot, dressed only in her bra and panties. This was my first time seeing a woman undressed like this in real life, and my cock was already a steel rod trapped in my pants.Glancing down at the obvious bulge, she cooed, “Looks like you are enjoying the view. Now, why don’t you strip for me, so I can begin our lesson?”I removed my shirt, pants, and shoes and stood wearing only my boxers. My cock formed a visible lump running down the leg of my shorts and twitched with excitement. A large wet stain had formed where my cockhead was leaking, and she smiled.“There goes that leaky penis again,” she said, laughing. “You young guys get hyper-excited so easily. It turns me on. Now strip off your shorts.”I yanked down my underwear and my cock sprung up and stood straight out from my body. I saw her eyes widen as she took in the full length and girth of my cock. Based on what I’d seen in the locker room, I knew I had a penis to be proud of.“Oh, my,” she said with admiration. “I suspected you had a large cock, but I seriously underestimated you. This will be fun.”She kneeled in front of me and took my cock in her soft, warm hand. Using her finger, she slid up and down my shaft, causing a drizzle of precum to leak onto the floor.“Feel my finger as it traces the spongy membranes in your penis that are now engorged with blood. These are what cause an erection. When they’re empty, your penis is soft and flaccid. But when you get sexually excited, blood flows into these tissues, and then muscles constrict, which slows the flow of blood out of your penis. The pressure builds, and your penis hardens into what you see now.”I was trying to listen, but the waves of pleasure from her finger stroking my cock were making it difficult to concentrate. Plus, the way she pronounced the word ‘engorged”, with her sexy southern lilt, just melted my heart.“Now the erection will persist until either the stimulation is removed and the body goes back to normal, or until you achieve orgasm, which then floods the body with hormones signaling the brain to allow the penis to relax.”She now had her hand wrapped around my cock, stroking it from base to cockhead. I could see through my haze of lust that her nipples had become erect and were poking through the fabric of her bra. Feeling bold, I reached down and rubbed one nipple with my fingers, loving the feel of its rubbery texture. I then pinched it and heard a woman moan with sexual pleasure for the first time.“That feels wonderful Mike, please don’t stop.”I moved back and forth, massaging her breasts and tweaking her nipples, as I felt my cock get even stiffer. She stroked me faster, and I felt my orgasm begin to bubble up.“Uh, Miss Taylor?” I groaned. “I think I’m going to cum soon.”In response, she moved us to the sofa and had me lie down. She climbed between my legs and as she dipped her head, I felt this wonderful wet warmth surround my feverish cock. The pressure of her lips and slippery tongue elevated my pleasure to a height I’d never experienced before. My entire shaft was being slurped and sucked, and my brain almost couldn’t process the flood of sensations it was receiving. Suddenly, I felt my orgasm hit.“Oh, Miss Taylor, I’m cummm…”My cock exploded as a huge jet of hot semen blasted down her throat. Then, in rapid succession, several more spurts flooded her mouth with my seed. Miss Taylor never missed a beat, and I could see her throat bobbing as she swallowed the gallon of jizz I was feeding her. As my orgasm subsided, she used her hand to jack me while her lips were still clamped over my cockhead. This squeezed more semen from my penis as she sucked up every drop. As my climax faded, she continued to hold me in her mouth, gently sucking and licking until my cock softened. As it slipped from her mouth, I felt a trickle of saliva and leftover semen saturate my pubic hair.She looked up at me with a grin and used the back of her hand to wipe her lips. Her hair had become disheveled, and I could see a fine sheen of perspiration on her cheeks. Her pale skin had flushed from the exertion, and it appeared her nipples were hard enough to cut glass. She gave my flaccid penis a quick kiss before getting up from the sofa.
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