-- Teaching Linda - Chapter One --
~By Henton98

*Disclaimer: This story is fictional.


Chapter One: Clay Teller

"I will be expecting you tomorrow afternoon, Linda." I said to my student. 

The eight grader hesitated. "Yes, Mr. Teller." With that, she turned and headed out of the classroom. As she walked, my eyes trailed down her plump figure, 
lingering on her ass and the subtle sway of her hips. I began imagining, as I so often did these days, what she looked like beneath the uniform. Oh, I had 
caught a glimpse of panties now and then when the green tartan skirt was skewed just right. Now that it was summer, the girls were often prone to take off 
their vests, revealing bras under the almost sheer white blouses. Still, in all my years of teaching, that was all I did; peek and imagine. Linda, however, would 
change all that.

I started cleaning the desk and packing my bag. Normally, I would stay in school longer to take care of extra paperwork
Thursday afternoon. I would be turning forty-nine this year. Nearing fifty and still single, I suppose it was inevitable that I felt a little dissatisfaction. Financially, 
I was more or less set thanks to good investments, savings, and a bit of tutoring on the side. 
In six more years, I could retire comfortably. 
If that had been all, I suppose I could have just resigned myself. A colleague of mine put in a good word for me recently and I was offered a position to teach in 
a college. The pay was a little better, and the workload lesser, not to mention the maturity level would be significantly higher; so I could hardly refuse. 
However, one niggling detail bothered me; it was a men's college. This would not only be my last year at Bernadine Academy, it would be my last time 
teaching female students.

I walked over to the windows and looked down on the school grounds, watching the student body slowly scatter as classes were dismissed. I fancied I could 
see Linda somewhere. A student-teacher affair was never far from my fantasies, but that was all it was; a daydream in the teacher's lounge, something to help 
relieve the pent up stress after coming home. High school and college are the prime picking grounds for such affairs, after all. I've stroked it to girls as young 
as eleven since arriving here, but forming such a relationship with sixth, seventh, and eight graders was both unlikely and unwise.  

So what was I doing here, standing by the window and contemplating having sex with one of my students, a thirteen year old at that? I shook my head and 
prepared to head out of the classroom. Contemplation was long over; tomorrow, on a Friday afternoon after school, I would be having sex with Linda, that was 
already decided. The thought got me hard in an instant, bulging the front of my crotch. The door opened just as I reached it and the middle aged woman 
standing before me got a good look at the tent in my pants.

"Is that for me or one of the kids?" She asked, shutting the door behind her and locking it. I offered up an enigmatic half smile. Jeanie Beauman was the only 
teacher in this school who I could call a friend as well as a colleague. "It's Linda MacLaren, isn't it?" Jeanie said, rummaging through my supply closet until 
she found the old gym mat. She had a mischievous twinkle in her eye as she walked back towards me. Leaning in close, Jeanie placed her hand snugly on 
my bulge. "You just tell me all about it while I take care of... this." With that, she gave me a fond squeeze. That was Jeanie, always willing to lend an ear... 
and a mouth.

I put down my bag while Jeanie placed the gym mat on the floor and slowly knelt before me. She gave me a rueful smile as her knees creaked a bit. I could 
only nod as I tugged my pants down. It's been eleven years since I came to this academy and met Jeanie; time had done a number on the both of us, though 
we had held up well enough. Jeanie Beauman was two years older than me, plain of face, and apparently resigned to spinsterhood. Her once black hair steadily 
turned steel gray over the course of the seasons, though still worn in a tight bun. It gave her a somewhat severe appearance, enhanced by the black rimmed 
glasses she always wore. I suppose Jeanie just looked the picture of a typical, stern faced, middle aged teacher. Though to me, she was anything but prim 
and proper.

"Does she know?" Jeanie asked, taking a hold of my erect cock and giving a few quick strokes. "I can just picture the look on the poor thing's face when you 
whip this out." Circling the base of my shaft, she wiggled my cock lewdly. While I wasn't of pornstar proportions, I had a decent length and formidable girth; 
certainly more than a handful for a thirteen year old. "Hmmm..." Jeanie murmured as my cock twitched in her hand. "I bet you're picturing it too, hm? Give me 
all the details, Clay..."

I groaned quietly as her best feature, a pair of ruby red lips, slowly slid down my throbbing cock.  I placed my hand on her gray head. "There's not a lot to it, 
Jean," I said as she began sucking. Her free hand cupped my balls lovingly. "But I don't recommend you visit me tomorrow, after class. I will be holding a 
private session with Ms. MacLaren."

"Mmm-hmmm." Jeanie murmured her approval, looking up at me while bobbing her head up and down my shaft. Her lipstick was smearing all over my 
manhood, developing a greasy sensation that enhanced the feel of her lips sliding down my pole. I felt her fingers trail down my balls, slowly reaching under 
them and heading towards my rear.

"She's suspecting something," I said, stroking Jeanie's hair. "But most certainly not having her legs spread on the teacher's desk."

With a soft 'pop', Jeanie got off my cock and raised an eyebrow. "So you're finally going to live the fantasy. Good for you." Part of what drew me to Jeanie was 
her open-mindedness regarding teacher-student relations. In fact, one of her own fantasies involved getting railed from behind by a favorite male student. While 
such an event had yet to occur, there was always next year, as she was fond of saying. "Just be careful," Jeanie added, sliding a finger between my cheeks. 
"It's a big step, no matter how close you think you are with that girl." 

"We do have some history, starting back in sixth grade," I replied, pulling her head back down on my cock. "You remember she became a bit of a delinquent, 
all of a sudden. I sat her down one day after class and we had a talk to straighten things out..." I still recall that day very clearly in my mind, the tears that 
were just on the verge of falling as Linda opened up to me bit by bit. She was a curvy girl, filling out well before her peers. While not obese, Linda was most 
definitely on the plump side. The combination of early puberty and extreme self consciousness about her figure was more than she could handle at the time. I 
suppose I filled the gap left by parents too busy or callous to give her the support she needed. While our relationship is hardly like father and daughter, there 
was a bond between us. Tomorrow afternoon, it would be put to the test.

Jeanie began to suck me fiercely, almost throwing herself on my rigid pole. The head of my dick was constantly thrust deep into her throat. I clenched my 
cheeks tight as she continued fingering my anus. "I've watched them come and go, Jeanie," I said. "For twenty-five years, never touching, just looking. 
Forbidden fruit, just dangling above me." Images of fresh faced, young girls showing off their new curves, danced across my mind. 

"I can't leave, Jean, not until I've had a taste of that fruit..." I grit my teeth as my climax hit. My hips jerked powerfully, cramming even more hard dick in 
Jeanie's mouth. She was an old pro at this by now, however, and expertly took the first spurt deep in her throat. I filled her with the rest of my ejaculate and 
watched her swallow all of it. I will never tire of this sight; the stern, gray haired teacher submissively sucking me off.

Once I was spent, Jeanie pulled away, wiping strings of cum dangling off her smeared lips. "Even if it means throwing away what you have with Linda now?"

Attempting to catch my breath, I didn't answer straight away. Deep down, I suppose I was... fond... of Linda MacLaren, in my own, aloof way. Though I've had 
the occasional fantasy, I never seriously thought about sex with her until the job offer. "She'll be graduating soon," I replied. "Even if nothing happened, we'd 
draw apart anyway. With this, at least..."  

Jeanie gave me a curious look as I trailed off, unable to find the right words. She fished out a handkerchief and began wiping her face first before using it to 
clean my manhood. "You like her." She said in a matter-of-fact way. 

I could say nothing to that. I wasn't sure myself of how I felt and I didn't want any of these complex emotions to muddle the sheer lust that possessed me. 
That could wait until after I pulled out of Linda and left her lying on my desk with blood and semen trailing down her thighs. "...I'll let you know how it turns 
out." I said, helping Jeanie up.

"You'd better." She smiled and gave me a peck on the lips. Jeanie then proceeded to kick off her shoes as she walked over and sat down on top of my desk. 
While she began removing her pants and underwear, I took a seat on my chair and watched as she spread her legs wide before me. "I'm going to be thinking 
about you two all day tomorrow," Jeanie said.

Sliding two fingers slowly inside her moist folds, I looked into my friend's eyes and smiled back. As I went down on her bushy mound, the musk of her arousal 
filling the air, I felt her fingers affectionately running through my hair, or rather what was left of it. "I'll be cheering for the both of you..." Jeanie whispered. 
Teasing her clit with my lips, I thought it was an unusual thing to say at first; but it encouraged me. I thanked her with a wet flick of my tongue against her stiff 
bud and was rewarded with a quiet moan. 

Knowing Jeanie was behind me, behind us, it gave me just a little hope that tomorrow would not be the finale, but the start of a second act for me and Linda. 
As the sky gradually became ocher colored, Jeanie Beauman arched her back and shuddered atop my desk, letting loose with a long moan. Tomorrow, it 
would be Linda MacLaren's plump, pubescent body that would be writhing on it. I could hardly wait.

 

