Date: Mon, 19 Jul 2010 19:23:57 -0500
From: Bobby Young <badbobby53703@gmail.com>
Subject: Teacher's Slut: Part 1

I am 30 years old now and I've had many sexual partners in my life. None
have ever matched the first though, when I seduced my gym teacher.

Throughout high school I had the same gym teacher - Mr. Jones (not his real
name, of course). Shortly after starting high school, most of the boys in
Mr. Jones' gym classes learned that he liked to reward good performance
with a firm pat on the butt. An old tradition in sports.

Some of us also learned that Mr. Jones liked to let his hand linger on our
butts somewhat longer than was really necessary. Being young, we realized
that this sort of thing was inappropriate at best, so we'd just go trotting
off and break contact.

At about the same time, I discovered the joys of masturbation. I quickly
became an expert, finding increasingly kinky and exciting ways of making
myself cum. One night while I was soaking in the tub and pleasuring myself,
I found myself thinking about the feel of Mr. Jones' hand on my ass. My
cock got as rock hard as it has ever been as I imagined how it would feel
to have his strong hand groping my firm young ass.

I promptly shot a huge load of cum all over my wet chest. I leaned back in
the tub and started scooping up my cum with my finger and rubbing it on my
lips like lip-gloss.  While I've come up with varied, and sometimes
acrobatic, ways of enjoying my own cum, licking it off my own lips has
always been my favorite. Over the years I've come to realize that I'm
basically a cum slut who would do just about anything for a load on my face
and in my mouth (preferably both), but my own delicious cum will always be
my favorite.

I decided that I enjoyed both the feel and the idea of Mr. Jones' hands on
me. The very next gym class, I began a policy of not moving away after a
lingering pat on the butt, and doing whatever I needed to do to give him
opportunities to enjoy himself. I hoped Mr. Jones would soon begin to take
additional liberties.

I didn't have to wait long for an opportunity to present itself. After a
week of limited opportunities to be groped, Mr. Jones noticed my efforts
while we were learning gymnastics. Although I was now always trying to get
his attention, I was trying harder than usual because the more things I
tried to do in class, the more Mr. Jones would put his hands on my body.
I'm sure it didn't look obvious to anyone else, but I felt like his hands
were touching me everywhere. When he asked if anyone would like to come
back after school to learn some more moves, I volunteered immediately.

That afternoon a small group of us came to the gym for more training. I
suspected there were one or two other boys there who were also interested
in a more hands on approach.  As we learned tumbling routines, my longing
to feel Mr. Jones hands on my body was fulfilled. Just as before, it felt
like his hand were everywhere, and the more he touched me the harder I
got. I tried to adjust my shorts to hide my raging erection, but in
retrospect I realize that it must have been obvious, at least to Mr. Jones.

Towards the end of the session, Danny, who I considered my most likely
competition for the attentions of Mr. Jones (and who, some time later,
became my partner in those attentions), made a great tumbling run. I
watched as he received a pat on the butt as his reward, but he didn't move
away. He stole my idea and acted before me, and then received the gift I
had been lusting after for the last week. Mr. Jones' hand lingered on
Danny's ass, which I had to admit was very attractive, a few seconds before
dropping away. As he trotted away, Danny looked over at me and I could see
in his eyes that he was after the same reward as I was.

It was my turn next and I did a great tumbling run. I jogged over
Mr. Jones, smiling and eager to receive my reward. As I'd hoped, I had
earned my pat (or caress, as I thought of it) and I stood nearly quivering
with anticipation. He patted me twice then kept his hand resting on my
ass. I grew harder as five seconds ticked away, and then five more, until
the subject of my constant jerk off fantasies let his hand drop away.

As I reluctantly started to stepped away, Mr. Jones suddenly brought his
hand back down on my ass with a hard slap.

"Good job", he said.

I had been unprepared for this feeling, and as he spanked me I felt an
electric jolt flood through my whole body, focusing in my cock.

"Thank you!" I blurted out, blushing from both embarrassment and desire.

"Ok, everyone, see you in class tomorrow", he said, dismissing us. As I
turned to head to the locker room he called me back. I trotted back like a
good boy and stood next to him.

Suddenly his hand was on my ass. It wasn't just a pat either; his hand was
boldly cupping my firm young ass.

"I see you enjoyed class today," he smiled. Although he didn't look
directly at the bulge in my shorts when he said it, we both knew what he
was talking about.

"Yes I did. Very much", I said

Suddenly he was caressing my ass. There was no patting involved; this was
the fondling I had dreamt about. He looked me right in the eyes while his
hand explored me.

"I hope I'll see you again tomorrow afternoon," he said. I almost came in
my shorts right there. All I could do was nod mutely.

"Good," he said and slapped me on the ass again, sending another shockwave
through my body. I was dizzy from a sense of unreality mixed with young
lust. I made sure to thank him again before I went into the locker room to
change.

While walking home, I became so incredibly horny that I knew I couldn't
wait until I got home to cum. I ducked off into the nearby woods and,
despite the fact that if anyone walked by they could easily see me, I
dropped my pants and underwear to my ankles and started furiously fisting
my swollen cock. In moments I groaned and shot a huge load. As I pulled my
pants back up and licked the cum off my hand, I made a resolution - I was
going to live my deepest fantasies and seduce my gym teacher, Mr. Jones.

The next morning, I woke up with a plan. I became instantly hard, and
started the day with a vigorous jerk off, and a breakfast of warm,
delicious cum. I dressed and went to school. I had barely made it there
before I had to relieve my cock again. I snuck into a bathroom stall and
leaned back. Again, I came right away. I couldn't believe how much cum I
was pumping out lately. This time, instead of sucking the cum off my
fingers, I rubbed it all over my belly and chest. It turned me on to think
about walking around all day with my own cum all over me.

Right after lunch it was time for gym. I put my plan into action, and,
instead of heading to gym, I went to the break room. While I was sitting at
the table, lost in my nasty fantasies, I realized I was absently massaging
the bulge in my pants. I snuck out to the bathrooms and came yet again. I
shot my load all over the stall door, and left it there for the next boy to
enjoy.

Before I knew it, the end of the school day had arrived. The time for me to
fully commit myself to my depraved desires was nearly here. I headed to the
locker room and changed into my shorts and tee shirt, both rather tight,
which was in back then.

I headed out to the gym hoping to be punished for missing class earlier in
the day. As I passed the door to Mr. Jones' office he called me
in. Surprised, I went in.

"Close the door and sit down," he instructed me.

Mr. Jones' office was relatively large. He had a big desk with a chair in
front of it and his black leather chair behind it. It was in the basement
of the school, so it had no windows.  Along one wall was a long leather
couch. Mounted on the wall behind Mr. Jones' desk was The Enforcer.

The Enforcer was a long wooden paddle. It was about a foot long and had
"Enforcer" painted on it. Though no one had personally seen The Enforcer in
action, there were, of course, rumors. This boy had been spanked just last
year. That boy had been spanked a couple of years ago. Two boys had been
spanked together at some constantly shifting time in the past. True or not,
every time I looked at it I felt a strange thrill.

"What are you doing here?" He asked.

"I'm here for gymnastics practice," I replied.

"Gymnastics class is cancelled this afternoon", he said.

"I didn't know", I said, breaking his gaze and looking down at the floor.

"I know you didn't," he said, "I announced it in class today, which you
would have known had you been there. Where were you?"

I began to panic a little, as this was not going the way I had
envisioned. Had I miscalculated and missed my chance to turn my fantasy
into reality?

Still looking at the floor, I said, "I was tired so I went to the break
room."

"I see. So you feel that the decision to come to class is up to you, do
you?"

"No, sir," I said meekly.

"That's right. This isn't something that I can overlook. I think some
punishment is in order, don't you?"

"Yes sir," I said, feeling hope bloom in my loins at the way he said
"punishment."

"I suppose I could drop you one letter grade for the semester."

"No, please, sir. I need to keep my grades up," I begged.

"Well I guess it's detention then. How many days? Three?"

"Oh, no, not detention!" I pleaded. "Anything but that!"

"Well if it's not a low grade and it's not detention, what you think would
be an appropriate punishment?"

This was the moment I was waiting for. Now I would either follow my plan
and become a young cum slut, or relinquish my fantasies.

I let my eyes drift up to the wall behind Mr. Jones and gazed at The
Enforcer for a long moment. I then lowered my eyes and looked right at
him. I raised my eyebrows, questioning ever so slightly.

"I see," he said. He leaned back in his chair and began to smile.

"How many strokes would you like?" he asked.

Before I realized what I was saying, I said, "Five?"

His smile grew even wider. "Five it is then. Stand up."



As I stood up, he ran his eyes down my body, pausing at the huge bulge in
my tight shorts. He stood up and took The Enforcer off the wall. He walked
slowly around behind me until I couldn't see him.

"Put you forearms on desk and lean over," he commanded.

I obeyed without question. The desk was a little low and when I bent over
it I had to arch my back so that my ass stuck up in the air. My ass flexed
as I prepared to receive my punishment. I was a little frightened, yet I
was overcome by excitement and desire.

"Pull down your pants."

I froze for a moment. I hadn't anticipated this, but I was filled with the
rush of pleasure at the thought.

"Pull down your pants, now." There was a warning in his voice and I didn't
hesitate this time. I reached down, unbuckled my belt, slid my jeans down
to my ankles, and leaned back over the desk.

"Now pull down your underwear."

"Yes sir," I purred and slid my underwear down around my ankles and bent
over the desk with my bare ass again sticking up in the air. My hard cock
thumped against the desk.

There were no subtle touches now. His hand explored my ass greedily,
rubbing, massaging, patting and tickling. I knew in that moment that I
would do whatever Mr.  Jones told me to. I would do it instantly and
willingly.

"Are you ready?"

"Yes sir," I said.

"Are you sure?" he asked, knowing the answer.

"Yes sir," I said. "Please," I moaned, abandoning any pretense of
resistance.

The first blow cracked down on my bare ass. I had a split second to enjoy
the sound before an electric rush ran through my whole body, making me
twitch.

"Thank you sir!" I blurted out. And I was thankful indeed. The rush of
intense pleasure had been better than my best marathon jerk session. I
craved more instantly.

"You're welcome," he said, and brought the paddle down again, harder than
the first time. My body jerked as if I were cumming. I was learning the
harder the better.

"Your ass is getting pretty red," he said. "Are you sure you can handle
this?"

"Yes!" I pleaded.

"Do you want more?"

"Yes, sir, please," I said, just like the little slut I was.

"Then ask respectfully."

"Please paddle my ass again, Mr. Jones."

"Very good," he said, and brought the paddle down a third time. Another
rush of pleasure, just as strong as before, crashed through my body, like
every nerve was throbbing.

"More?" he asked.

"Please?"

"Ask."

"Mr. Jones, will you please hit my ass again?"

Without warning, I received my fourth whack. As I recovered from the rush
and felt the sting and following warmth on my sore ass, I realized there
was only one blow left and I didn't want it to stop.

"More please sir," I moaned

"Yes."

"Harder please, sir." I asked.

"Good boy," he said and gave me the hardest smack yet. The pleasure
exploded through me and I shook all over. Mr. Jones massaged my sore ass as
I caught my breath.  Suddenly he reached around and grabbed my rock hard
cock.

"It seems that you're enjoying this, aren't you?" you he accused me
knowingly.

"Yes sir." What else could I say?

"Well you've been a very good boy. Would you like a reward?"

"Yes sir!" I said eagerly.  .

"I suspect that you'd like a mouthful of cum wouldn't you?" Cleary he
realized that I was a cum slut so there was no point denying it.

"I would like that very much, sir," I agreed.

"Stand up and turn around," he said, and I did as I was told.

"Get down on your knees," he instructed me. Again, I complied immediately.

He stepped towards me so I could clearly see the huge bulge in his
pants. He slowly unzipped his pants and let them fall to his
knees. Suddenly his cock was right in front of my face. At a nice thick 8
inches, I think I have a nice cock (this has been subsequently confirmed -
many times), but Mr. Jones' cock looked massive. I'm sure it was at least
10 inches and perfectly shaped. I licked my lips as I waited for
instructions to proceed.

"Are you ready?" he asked.

"Yes sir," I said.

"What are you ready for?" he tested me. I knew the answer.

"I'm ready to put my mouth on your perfect cock."

"And?"

"I'm ready for a mouthful of cum."

"That's very good. I'm impressed. You may demonstrate some talent yet. I
want you put your lips on it. Give my cock little kisses all over it."

I have full lips that feel fantastic on your cock, and I gave them up
willingly. It was the least I could do. It was the only thing I could do. I
leaned forward and started kissing Mr.  Jones' cock as it throbbed with his
pulse. I cupped his balls (deliciously shaven) with one hand and gently
squeezed the base of his cock with the other.

"That's very good, keep going," he encouraged. I could feel the heat of his
cock being absorbed by my lips. I opened my lips slightly and let my tongue
taste its first cock (besides mine). Suddenly, Mr. Jones grabbed my hair
and pulled my head away from his cock.

"Don't lick until I tell you to," he said sternly. He pulled my head back
towards his cock.

"Now kiss it."

I craved his cock in my mouth so much I could barely obey, but I
nonetheless resumed putting my lips on his cock. Like a good boy, I made
sure my lips touched every delicious millimeter.

"That was well done. Now lick it like a Popsicle. Use you tongue get my
cock nice and wet."

I ran my tongue up his cock from the base. I put as much of my tongue on
his cock as I could. As I worked my way to the top he again pulled my head
away.

"Not the tip, you haven't earned that yet. Lick my shaft."

With long, wet licks I cleaned Mr. Jones cock. It was wet and shiny from my
hungry tongue. I let one hand drop down and I began to stroke my swollen
cock.

"Excellent. This is how good boys get their reward." He pulled my head back
away from his cock.

"Put your lips together and pout. Like you're putting on lipstick. Good."
He held his cock in front of my face and massaged and squeezed it. A large
glistening drop of precum slipped out of the tip of his dick. He moved his
hips forward and began to rub the tip of his cock on my lips like
lip-gloss. I love precum almost as much as I love cum and I desperately
wanted to taste his. But I didn't want him to get mad and take his cock
away again, or, worse, deny me my mouthful of cum.

"Now keep your lips closed but gently." he instructed me and pushed his wet
cock against my precum-covered lips, beginning to slip it into my mouth. I
understood how he wanted me to please him and pressed my lips against his
cock for friction, while completely allowing him to slide it into my mouth.

He slipped it past my lips and put the tip of his cock into my mouth. I
sucked it eagerly and tried to tickle it with my tongue. Then he slipped
the tip back out of my mouth.  When I moaned in protest he slapped me in
the face with his cock. Then he began sipping the head of his cock into my
mouth and out again.

"Take your hand off of your cock. You are to be focused on only my cock at
all times. In fact, put your hands behind your back and keep them there. If
you're a good boy and please me, I may allow you to come."

I kept my hands behind my back as I knelt in front of him. His strokes
became longer and he began to put more and more of his cock into my
mouth. I took as much as I could, but his massive meat filled my mouth. I
could only take about half of it into my mouth, but I worked it like a good
cum slut.

As I slurped away, Mr. Jones asked, "Are you ready to taste my cum?"

I looked up at him and tried to answer but he didn't take his cock out of
my mouth.

"You have to learn to take all my cock. You have to let me fuck your
throat."

 My eyes must have registered my shock because he asked, "You want your
reward, don't you? Then I want you to relax and take my cock into your
throat."

He held my head in his hands and put his cock back into my mouth. I quickly
took as much as I had yet, and even a little more, but that still wasn't
enough, I had to take it all.  He began to push more of his cock into my
mouth and against the back of my throat.  With the next stroke he pushed it
even deeper into my throat. For a moment I was about to take it all, but
then I gagged and coughed at the last moment.

"You'll have to do better than that if you want daddy's cum. Now do it
again."

I took a few deep breaths and took his cock into my mouth again. He pulled
my head against him and immediately his cock was back of my throat. I
wanted so desperately to please Mr. Jones! I relaxed and told myself to do
it. With the next stroke I let him into my throat and almost took him all
in. I knew I had taken it all on the next stoke when I felt my face press
up against his hot body. He took it out and thrust it right back into my
throat again.

Then he took my mouth off his cock and said, "You've learned very well
today. I think you've earned your cum."

He stuffed his bulging cock back into my throat, and pumped my throat three
times, four times. Then he'd let me breathe before fucking my throat
again. He did this several times more and I began to get the
rhythm. Finally he grabbed my hair and pulled my head forward and thrust
his cock deep into my throat, deeper than ever before. Instead of pumping
my throat he just held me there. After a moment I involuntarily tried to
pull away but he held my head firmly against him.

"Not until I'm ready", he growled. I so wanted to please Mr. Jones that I
did not struggle, and submitted my body to him .In a few seconds I began to
see spots in front of my eyes and to feel a rush dizziness until he took
his cock out of my mouth.

As I tried not to gasp for breath, he told me to open my mouth and put my
tongue out. It was time to receive my reward. I tiled my head back slightly
as he stroked his cock right in front of my face.

"I want to you hold my cum on your tongue, and don't you dare swallow until
I tell you to."

As I waited, excited but compliant, his huge cock exploded. The first shot
went right down my throat. I knew I wasn't supposed to swallow yet, but I
didn't have any choice, and I gulped it down. The rest of his cum landed
right on my tongue. I caught it all like an excellent little cum slut, and
I held it all on my tongue until he gave me his full load.  Though every
fiber in my body was screaming for me to swallow, I held his cum on my
tongue.

"Look at me," he said.

I looked up at him without moving my head to make sure I didn't lose any
cum. I watched as he dropped to his knees front of me. He leaned towards me
and put his tongue against mine. Slowly, he pushed the cum I had been
holding on my tongue back into my throat. As he pushed his tongue deeper
into my mouth, the cum began to slide down my throat.

His lips were sealed against mine and his tongue was deep in my throat. He
held me like that for a moment then released me and stood up. He pulled his
pants up and moved back behind his desk. I was so dazed that I just knelt
there with my pants around my ankles.

"Stand up and get dressed," he instructed. As I did, he told me that I was
the best pupil he ever had, though I still had much to learn.

"Come back Friday afternoon and we'll have another lesson. There will be no
one around and we'll have all the time I need. I believe next I'll make you
cum and feed it to you while I'm fucking you. Would you like that?"

"I would do anything for more of your cum," I replied truthfully.

"Very good. I want to you to do something for me in the meantime. Go home
tonight and steal a pair of your mother's panties. I know your mother is
very petite, so they should be nice and tight on you. Choose something soft
and shiny. I want you to wear them all day tomorrow and Friday until you
come to me again. Do you understand?"

"Yes," I replied as the thought sunk it

"You may go now. Spend the next couple of days getting ready for your next
session."

I walked home and thoughts of what was going to happen next filled my
mind. My parents weren't going to be home for another hour so I immediately
went to their bedroom and looked through my mother's panties. I selected a
pair of glossy white ones.

I stripped down right there and put them on. I checked myself out in the
full-length mirror. As Mr. Jones had said, they were small on me and were
very tight. I could clearly see the shape of my hard cock beneath the white
satin. They were also small enough that the tip of my cock peeked out of
the top. Satisfied that Mr. Jones would approve, I put my clothes back on
and went to my room for the most intense masturbation session I ever
had. As I moved, the soft silkiness of the panties rubbed against the
firmer fabric of my jeans and I almost came on the spot. How was I going to
get through the next couple of days like this? I'd spend the whole time
covered in my own cum. And would that be a bad thing? I wondered.

I lay down on my bed and ground my dick into the mattress. I rolled over
and stroked my cock through the panties. Just two more days, I thought, as
I began to pleasure myself.



End of part one



Author's note:

I hope you came as many times while reading this story as I did writing
it. I still have those panties. Maybe I'll go put them on now.

I welcome comments, feedback, stories, and correspondence. Please send an
email to

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