Date: Sat, 16 Feb 2019 08:32:41 -0500 From: Lacy White Subject: Special Ed 4 DISCLAIMER: This is a fantasy depicting homosexual acts involving adults and teens. The story is intended for adult readers and not minors. IF YOU ARE NOT OF LEGAL AGE TO BE READING THIS STORY OR IF YOU FIND SUCH MATERIAL OFFENSIVE, PLEASE LEAVE. All characters are fictional and in no way related to any person or persons living or deceased. Please consider donating to Nifty. I know that you enjoy it as much as I do. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html _______________ After the first session of my english teacher, Mr. Paul's special ed class (Advanced Panty Boy Training), I had a hard time focusing on anything else. My hot teacher had felt me up, fondled me all over and even eaten a huge gummy load that squirted thru the lace part of that days panties. He basically masturbated me with his face against the nylon fabric. Now he had insisted that I wear a bra to school for the next class along with another pair of panties, Never had the guts to put on bra for school. Worried that it might show thru and a bunch of people would find out about by addiction to lingerie. Being a outed panty boy among the high school was not the best idea. I would probably end up getting gang raped in the locker room if anyone knew. Oh, why was I so hard now that I thought about that possibility? Anyway I delved into my collection of female under garment treasures for the next days outfit. I settled on the virginal look with pearl white satin hip hugger panties that had a frilly ribbon around the waist and a white all lace bralette. I dusted them both with vanilla scented powder and carefully laid them out on my desk to put on after a morning shower. Getting up a little early I put my undies under my pillow in case anyone came in my room and hit the shower. The warm water felt so nice and even better after using sisters razor to make sure there was no hair below my head. I loved the smooth silky feelings tracing my fingers all over my freshly groomed body. I so wanted to jerk off before school but there was not enough time. I used vanilla body wash as well. I loved that smell and hoped that Mr. Paul would find it alluring as well. Leaving the bathroom with a towel tied around my waist I saw Lisa headed in with just her bra and panties on. "Hi sexy." I said and flashed her some naked ass. She giggled and ducked on in for her school prep. Back in my room I applied more powder to my shaved skin and slid into the lusciously soft satin panties before stretching the bralette over my head and getting it into position firmly surrounding my chest. Kind of wished that I had some boobs to go in it. Gazing in the floor length mirror I liked what I saw. My lithe slender body in lingerie and my nice ass so well displayed wrapped in pearly white. If I could I would have jumped my own bones and kind of hated to cover it all up with tan chinos and a blue plain shirt. My teacher had suggested the patterned shirt as they hide any clues to the underwear beneath. I was less nervous seeing how it looked in the mirror. On the walk to school I repeatedly marveled at how nice a shaved bubble butt feels sashaying around in satin. My naked cock and balls felt good too. My dick kept getting hard repeatedly with the stepping motions so I tried to think of other things. I wondered what hot bra Underwire Friar (Ms. Friar-algebra) would have on today. Guess what? That did not help the erection problem at all. I was so ready for english class with expectations of the intense looks from my teacher in his attempts to x-ray into my underwear. He was a panty boy too so I knew what would get him going. We had a quiz on the schedule but I was prepared for that too so I was relaxed with just a touch of giddiness like a girl on her first date. As we all worked on the quiz, Mr. Paul walked the room stopping and looking over each students shoulder to ascertain how they were coming along. My nerves tingled a touch as he came up behind me and his hand landed on my shoulder. A brief conversation ensued and he availed himself of a light touching tour of my back, neck and shoulder as we talked. After I had sat at my desk I had casually undone one button on my shirt right where the bra would pass between my pecs and gaped it a bit so Mr. Paul could get a hint of what he was in for after classes if he noticed. I think he noticed since the last words of our conversation were a very quiet "You have a button undone there Brian." Followed by "Thank You", and a nice smile as he moved ahead to the girl in front of me. The rest of the class he taught seated behind his desk rather than standing. Yeah, My tease forced him to have to hide a bulge. Mission accomplished. When we were excused we all rushed out the door for the next class. Mr. Paul took me aside and, placing his hand on my shoulder, asked if I was coming for special ed after classes. I answered affirmatively and as I moved away his spread fingers decended my back getting a feel of the straps and band of my bra. He would most likely have to finish his other classes behind the desk too. My books gave me cover walking the halls as I was hard as well. After the final bell I tossed my books into my locker and headed to my special ed class in Mr. Paul's office. Assuring the classroom door was closed and the shade on the office door lowered I closed it as well and entered. This time Mr. Paul was standing in front of his desk with a big smile. "Oh you little tease. I know what you were trying to do to me in class with the `forgotten button'. White Lace, right? I nodded. " I need to see the rest panty boy." he quickly replied. "Help yourself Sir. You know how to undo buttons don't you. Yeah I bet you do as well as all kinds of hooks, clasps and fasteners as well." He had me step closer and opened the buttons slowly from top to bottom after he had pulled the shirt tails from inside my pants, He did not open the shirt till it was all undone and he looked up at me saying. "May I open this up?" I just nodded and as he spread the front of my plaid shirt I shrugged my shoulder allowing it to drop away to the floor. I think the sight of the lacy garment on full display gave him an instant hardon as he let out an excited sigh. "Oh My! Heavenly! May I touch you?" I just smiled at him while his soft hands began a slow and deliberate tour of the band, cups, and straps of the bra. Ever so slowly he touched every bit of it. A few finger went under the shoulder straps in the front, pulling them away from my skin and studying the lacy edges, front and back surfaces before letting them fall back into place. His hands reached around to my back and did the same exploration of the band to the front. I was boiling hot and starting to leak already. I was instructed to sit in the chair facing the desk while he loosened his belt feverishly and pushing his pants to the floor. Mr. Paul, also a panty freak like me, stood with is crotch level with my face and began grasping at his obviously full erection encased in lavender lace. The entire front was lace and left nothing to my imagination. He looked pretty hot! He continued to rub his rod in the lace then took my hand and asked me to cup and massage his balls. They felt so compact within the confines of his panties. I liked it but all too soon he stepped away to the rolling chair behind the desk and told me to come around to that side. He sat, I stood, and he ran his hands all over my lingerie dressed body using a feathery touch that was scintillating. Damn this guy knew how to feel up a girly boy. After taking the complete tour shall I say he asked me to turn and face the desk while he rolled in behind me. Soon his magic fingers were kind of scraping gently down my back while stopping to give a tug here and there on the straps. (I loved that!!! ) He stopped at the waistband and skipped down to my ankles and lightly dragged his nails up and down and up and down and u----p and d------w my calves. There must be a switch there that turns on the precum supply as I was getting pretty wet up front. He continued the slow process on the back of my glassy, hairless, freshly shaved thighs. Next time I am wearing those white lace-top thigh highs. He might get so excited his dick would break off being so fucking hard. I was so tingly all over. My nipples like gravel pieces trying to press thru the lacy bralette that had so enflamed my teachers carnal urges. The nails stopped but his strong hands continued to massage my firm thighs. One hand around each one like holding a vase or something. He corkscrewed them around them as well as up and down driving me crazy with lust. Now his flat palms were pressing up from the back of my knees toward my "superior ass", as my sister put it. His extended thumbs slide inside the leg openings and the palms ascended the bubble butt globes on each side. His powerful grippers we squeezing the hell out of my butt cheeks. "Holy Crap Sir! that feels so fucking amazing. Excuse my language." "Its not a problem. Say how you feel it." With hand firmly holding my butt parts I sensed he had bent over in the chair and then I felt the moist sensation of his tongue licking the back of one leg and then the other and planting little kisses up and down as he went. I could hear his excited breathing but just barely over the thumping of my own throbing heartbeat. On his final approach to my bottom his hand slithered to my hips and brought my hot teen panty clad boy butt (as he put it) against his face. He ground his nose and lips, his whole face, back and forth over the smooth cool silky white satin that draped my backside while mumbling a lot of Oh, Gods; Oh My's; Holy shit's; This is so fucking good's: and you have the sweetest pantied butt ever! As he went. Then it happened. Something I never expected or even ever heard of. His big hand went to the center of my back and pushed it forward bending me over the top of the desk! He was groaning and saying something about I just have to have it. Can't wait any more. Hard to speak clearly with your face buried in panties stretched over a hot boys ass. Mr. Paul jerked my satin shorts down just under my ass cheeks so it was bared but my cock and balls were still stuffed in the silky front of them. What next! I wondered as I felt him forcefully pulling my butt sides wide apart. The I felt it! His tongue was stabbing at my tight asshole pucker like a small jackhammer and the swirling like a whirlpool around and around slobbering vast amount of saliva all over. It was like a starving man eating his last meal and he could have all he wanted to eat but only had five minutes to devour it. A tongue in my ass!!! His lips kissing and teeth chewing on my bubble butt!! I guess I was making a lot of moaning and heated sex noises because he reached into a drawer on the desk, extracted a pair of nylon panties and reached to stuff them in my mouth to quiet me down. My gosh! They felt a bit on the crispy side before they softened in my wet mouth. We all know how our panties get crispy, right? He must have left a few loads in these jacking off between classes in his office. I was tasteing his cum. My teacher's discharge. His Load. Dried gooey spooge. Well I liked it. Turned me on even more as his fabulously talented tongue assaulted my tender ditch. I knew I was going to cum real soon and I guess my vociferous moanings gave him a hit to that possibility as his hand came between my legs cupping and finger dancing on my balls and then moving his open gripping hand back and forth over my shaft. I needed to push up a bit off the desktop so there was room for my firehose like deluge of spooge, jizz, cum, baby batter whatever you want to stream from my nuts, up the shaft and shot out my pisshole totally drenching my panties, his hand, and the linoleum surface of the desk. He never stopped eating my ass either. He was in there so deep with my cheeks forced so far apart that I thought he was going to rub them right off. At that point, with his tongue quite a way in my tight virgin hole. I could not care less. Mr Paul, my panty boy teacher, had given me the greatest, sloppiest, warmest , most powerful orgasm of my young life as if we were both not completely exhausted at that moment we would not have stopped. I figured that his tongue was worn out as he pushed away the chair while planting some sweet kisses on the sweet ass he had just made love to. Mine! He told me to stand up and rest sitting on the desk as we both got our breath back. I yanked the cum flavored panty gag from my mouth and extended the wet wad to him. He told me to keep it as a souvenir of my first ass eating. A rim job he said it was called. I called it unbelievable and told him I was not sure how I would make it thru to the next lesson without jerking my cock until my arm fell off. He was literally glowing, insanely flushed, looking proud and happy that I enjoyed lesson two so much. He began to rearrange himself getting his shirt and pants back on while I stripped off the pearly white satin hip huggers, which I had so throughly soaked in cum; and tossed with a quiet splat! on the desk. " If I get a souvenir you get one too." That produced a bigger smile and I slipped into a basic yellow nylon pair I has stashed in my book bag just in case. "Will I see you next week? Mr. Paul jokingly inquired. "I would not miss it sir. I kind of like special ed." His last words were "I expect to see an underwire bra next time. Bralettes are kind of cheating." Oh I am exhausted - Authors time out. Comments? lacylips@gmail.com Please consider donating to Nifty. I know that you enjoy it as much as I do. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html