Wesley Damon

Hot pants teachers

CHAPTER ONE

Principal Warren Parker looked over the room full of teachers who had assembled for the first teachers' meeting of the year. In particular, he noticed the four young women seated in the front row. The four of them had been hired over the summer to fill vacancies created on the staff by the unexpected transfer of other teachers.

"I'm afraid your skirt is much too short for this community, Miss Harper," he informed the young woman seated on the far left.

Sharon Harper felt the blood rushing to her face as she uncrossed her shapely legs and self-consciously tugged at her skirt. She could feel the other teachers' eyes on her and could distinctly overhear a few suppressed snickers. Just twenty-two and fresh out of teachers' college, she was too inexperienced to be offended by Mr. Parker's personal comment. Instead, she felt deeply embarrassed and a little disappointed that she had created such a negative impression. She was slightly surprised, too, for the school principal was a youngish-looking man whom she would not have considered so old-fashioned.

Mr. Parker's eyes moved to the next young woman. "The same goes for you, Miss Meade," he said.

Like her fellow teacher, Ruth Meade found herself blushing hotly and could sense the satisfaction the other teachers were quietly having at her expense. She was also on her first teaching assignment and did not know how to respond to Mr. Parker's criticism. Feeling sheepish, she kept her eyes averted and said nothing.

Mr. Parker's eyes passed on to the third newcomer, twenty-eight-year-old Donna Johnson, the new girls' gym teacher. But this time he said nothing although Donna's skirt was as short as the others, and the tall brunette was seated with her long legs casually crossed, revealing a generous amount of tan nylon. There was something about the look in her eyes that defied him to criticize her. She looked calm and poised and might be ready with a sharp retort that could cause laughter at his expense.

Mr. Parker looked at the fourth newcomer. This time there was no room for criticism. Although she was a flashy platinum blonde in her early twenties, Karen Miles could not be criticized for wearing a skirt that was too short. If anything, it was too long. As if she didn't really care whether men looked at her or not. A brief flicker of annoyance crossed Mr. Parker's face.

"Now, I didn't mean to embarrass anyone," Mr. Parker addressed the group. "However, the point is that we are living in a very conservative rural district, and the community expects high standards from all of us. Clothing or behavior that might be quite acceptable in more metropolitan communities may still be unacceptable here. Let's keep that in mind at all times."

He glanced pointedly at the four young women as he spoke. Of the four, only Donna returned his gaze, and her eyes made it quite apparent that she intended to remain independent of his regulation.

"Now, tomorrow is the first day of school," Mr. Parker continued. "I think everyone should know the procedure by this time, but are there any questions?"

As usual in such assemblies, there were numerous questions of a trivial variety and the meeting soon began to stretch out to boring lengths. Seated quietly in the front row, Sharon gradually began recovering from her earlier embarrassment. As she did, she began to experience some hostility for Mr. Parker. It was obvious that he had picked on her and Ruth because they were young and inexperienced. After all, Donna's skirt was even shorter and she had escaped without a word of criticism.

Despite her irritation, however, Sharon was pleased that she had chosen the teaching assignment in the small Midwestern community. Even if she had isolated herself from the excitement of a larger urban community, she had at least freed herself from the oppressively strict home atmosphere in which she had grown up. For the first time in her life, she was truly free, and she intended to make the most of it. She was a little concerned about her ability to meet eligible men in that sparsely populated community, but that would all come in good time.

"How'd you like the nerve of that character?" Ruth asked her as soon as the meeting broke up. "What right has he got to criticize us like that in front of everyone?"

Sharon smiled sympathetically at her. She had taken an instant liking to Ruth. The young history teacher was no older than she was, and was an attractive brunette whose long hair hung below her shoulders and framed her pretty, sensitive-looking face. She had dark-brown eyes and a figure that any man would find appealing.

"I know," Sharon told her. "I feel the same way."

"Don't let him get you down, girls," Donna interjected. "School systems are filled with petty dictators who enjoy picking on those who can't defend themselves."

Although they had known each other for only a few days, Sharon felt a growing admiration for Donna. The brunette gym teacher was an obviously poised and experienced woman, and she possessed one of the most confident walks Sharon had ever seen. Standing nearly six feet tall in her stocking feet, she was rawboned and athletic but still quite attractive. There seemed little doubt that she was quite experienced as far as men were concerned, and Sharon felt that she would soon be seeking her advice.

"I suppose you're right," Ruth agreed. "But still, it annoys me."

"You two ought to wear even shorter skirts tomorrow just to show him who's boss," Karen joined in.

"Good idea," Sharon said, although he knew she wouldn't dare do it.

The four young women left the school building and climbed into Donna's late model economy car.

"It's a good thing we found this place to stay," Donna remarked as she started the engine and pulled out of the parking lot.

She was referring to the old Walton House, which was located only a couple of blocks from the school. Old Mr. Walton had been one of the original settlers in the territory and had built a large, two-story brick house that still remained in good condition. The house was available to be rented and the four spacious upstairs bedrooms were just what the four teachers were looking for.

"I'll say," Ruth agreed. "I'll bet there's not another place to stay for miles around."

"That's one of the problems of these rural-type school districts," Donna remarked. "Of course, that's not the main problem, by any means."

"What is?" Sharon asked innocently. "No cock," Donna answered bluntly.

Ruth laughed rather uneasily and Sharon felt a little embarrassed by Donna's earthy language. But she didn't want to say anything lest she betray her own inexperience. The others would surely be highly amused if they discovered she was still a virgin.

"Well, don't you agree?" Donna asked in a rather aggressive manner when no one responded.

"I really hadn't thought about it." Ruth was the only one of the three to come up with an answer.

Sharon noticed that Karen was looking out the window, pointedly ignoring the conversation.

"Well, you'd better start thinking about it," Donna warned her. "Otherwise, it's going to be a cold winter."

There was silence for a moment.

"Well, what are you going to do about it?" Ruth inquired, asking the question that Sharon wanted to ask but dared not.

Donna laughed. "Let's face it, girls," she said. "There's not a bachelor on that teaching staff, and the chances of finding an eligible man around here are nil. Therefore, there's only one place to go!"

Sharon was not sure what she meant.

"The students?" Ruth asked, a tone of disbelief in her voice.

"What else?" Donna asked with a smile.

"Are you serious?" Ruth persisted.

"Sure," Donna replied. "Listen, I've taught in these rural school districts and I can tell you something. These farm boys have big cocks and they know how to use them!"

At first, Sharon could hardly believe her ears, and simply assumed that Donna was joking. After all, a female teacher could get into considerable trouble if caught having an affair with a teenaged pupil.

They arrived at Walton House and the conversation continued as they moved into the living room.

"You must be kidding, Donna," Ruth insisted. "You could get into a lot of trouble fooling around with a student."

The attractive gym teacher smiled at her, as if she considered her hopelessly naive. "If you're going to be a teacher, there's one thing you should learn in a hurry," she explained. "A boy never complains when a woman teacher rapes him! Believe me, they never complain."

Sharon and Ruth looked at one another.

"Do they really have big cocks?" Ruth asked with a laugh.

With an amused grin, Donna spread her hands to indicate the dimensions of an imaginary cock. "Very big," she said, smiling at them. "Just think about it, girls. You've got a consolidated school district with several hundred boys, a lot of them eighteen years old and with cocks that long!" Once again she spread her hands apart.

CHAPTER TWO

Donna was right, Sharon told herself. There was no reason to pass up an opportunity like that. Sharon had been raised by extremely strict parents in a small town in the South. Unlike the other girls in her own age group, she was permitted to date only on an infrequent basis and always under rather close supervision. Her parents had very strong views on the subject of sex, and her mother had done her best to make Sharon understand that sexual feelings should be suppressed. As a result, Sharon remained a virgin, and quite uninformed an sexual matters.

Following her graduation from high school, Sharon attended a small teachers' college in her home town. However, she continued living at home and remained very much under her parents' domination. In college, she dated even less frequently than in high school. The young men who tried to date her were put off by her parents' old-fashioned attitudes and by her shyness, which resulted mainly from her own lack of experience.

By the time she finished college, Sharon was an exceptionally attractive and fully mature young woman. Although of medium height, she was leggy and possessed a figure that men could not help but notice. Despite the opposition of her parents, she began dressing in a manner designed to attract attention. She always wore her skirts as short as the prevailing fashions would allow, and enjoyed wearing form-fitting sweaters that displayed her tits to best advantage. Although she always felt a little self-conscious when men booked at her, she enjoyed being the object of their attentions.

As far as the opposite sex was concerned, Sharon's parents had accomplished exactly the opposite of what they had intended. When she accepted the teaching position, Sharon was more than ready to make up for lost time as far as sex was concerned. In fact, as she had admitted to herself on more than one occasion, she had, become a teacher with the idea that it would put her in contact with developing young men.

As Donna had predicted, many of the boys in her classes were quite mature, Sharon was quick to discern that the senior boys in her eight a.m. English class often cast appreciative glances at her well-filled sweaters and shapely, nylon-clad legs. Although she was concerned that she might incur Mr. Parker's wrath, Sharon began making a point of wearing her tightest sweaters and shortest skirts to school. It was amusing to see how quickly she could catch the boys' attention by crossing her legs with a flash of nylon, and she deliberately teased them, although at times she felt quite bold and a little shameless. But she wanted to do a lot more than simply tease.

"Take the initiative," she heard Donna telling Ruth one day after school. "Believe me, there's no one a boy would like to fuck better than a schoolteacher! But you have to make the first move. A boy isn't going to risk getting his face slapped for nothing."

Sharon envied Donna's experience and wished that she could talk about such matters in that casual, offhand way. Donna was right; she would have to take the initiative if she wished to accomplish anything. Although she did not know whether she desired do so, she began thinking things out in a logical manner. First of all, she decided, she must select a partner.

It was not an easy matter to decide. Among the senior boys in her first class, there were a number of physically mature young men, including some athletes. She immediately rejected some of them because she felt that they might be inclined to talk about it, and that might cause her some embarrassment or even create a scandal. She rejected others for various reasons.

Finally, she concluded that Dale Benson was the most likely candidate. He was eighteen and physically quite mature, and she could see that he gave her admiring glances from time to time. Moreover, he was a quiet young man who did not associate wit the other students very much, and could therefore probably, be trusted to be discreet.

Moreover, she reminded herself, no one was likely to believe that unassuming young man even if he did decide to boast about making with the teacher. Having selected her prospective partner, Sharon vacillated for several days as she tried to get up her nerve, and thought about how to proceed. At times, she was tempted to ask Donna for advice, but was too embarrassed to admit her inexperience. Finally, she decided she would simply have to go ahead with it and see what happened.

Dressing for school the following morning, Sharon prepared to seduce her pupil. She rejected her favorite pantyhose in favor of sheer dark brown stockings held up by a trim white garter belt. She selected a pair of pink nylon panties that fit her curves quite snugly and permitted an interesting glimpse of her girlish charms. She started to put on a matching brassiere, but a daring thought suddenly occurred to her. Why not leave the bra off and carry it in her handbag instead? Dale was a conscientious student who was usually the first to arrive at class, and she could put the bra on after giving him an eyeful.

Instead of the sweaters that she normally preferred to wear, she selected a paper-thin white blouse. As she buttoned it down the back, she could see the outline of her ripe tits clearly on display beneath the filmy material. To go with the blouse, she selected a form-fitting red skirt that ended several inches above her knees. As a final touch, she put on a pair of very high heeled shoes designed to enhance her shapely legs and give added jounce to her unconfined tits.

Standing in front of the full-length mirror attached to the back of her bedroom door, Sharon found herself blushing slightly as she inspected herself. The blouse barely veiled her prominent tits, while the tight skirt emphasized her nicely rounded hips and ass. She looked and felt sexy. It was a good feeling, she told herself. She knew that she was going to be more than a little self-conscious, but nothing could be done about that.

She put on a light coat and made a point of making an early arrival at school. No one was in the class as she entered the room. Taking off her coat but keeping it handy in case the wrong person appeared on the scene, she sat down behind her desk and waited. Her heart was beginning to pound with expectation and she told herself she must be calm.

As she had expected, Dale was the first pupil on the scene. He seemed surprised to find her present and headed for his desk. Taking a deep breath and telling herself that she must not lose her nerve at this late date, Sharon got to her feet and stepped in front of the desk. Deliberately hoisting her skirt an inch or two, she leaned back against the desk with her right heel raised and placed against the desk.

"Would you mind coming here a minute, Dale?" she asked, in a throaty voice.

Sharon could see the look of surprise in his eyes as he glanced up from his desk. He was looking at her legs and she was sure he could see the tops of her nylons and perhaps a glimpse of bare thigh.

Slowly and almost suspiciously, he got up out of his seat and started walking toward her. Smiling provocatively at him, Sharon watched closely as he first became aware of her braless tits clearly on view beneath her filmy blouse. His eyes widened with surprise and excitement. Sharon knew she was blushing but she didn't care. She felt brazen but it was exciting.

Dale could not remove his eyes from her tits as he stepped up to her. In a flash, Sharon could see that it was going to be just as easy as Donna had said it would be. She relaxed and began to enjoy herself enormously.

"How would you like to stay after school and help me do something, Dale?" she asked in a teasing voice, letting her tongue roll lightly over her lips as she spoke.

She could see him gulp with surprise. "Well, sure," he stammered. "Okay."

Sharon playfully toyed with one of the buttons of his shirt. "That's fine, Dale," she told him, deliberately giving him bedroom eyes. "Come in here just as soon as you finish your last class."

"All right, Miss Harper," he agreed.

She thought she could see the gratitude in his eyes. "You won't be disappointed, Dale," she assured him, pulling his head down and kissing him warmly on the lips.

As Dale retreated to his seat, Sharon quickly retired to the small lounge at the back of the classroom where she donned her brassiere. Returning to the classroom, she could feel Dale's eyes on her as she went back to her desk. Other students were beginning to arrive and she noticed that most of the boys were having a hard time keeping their eyes off of her. Although she smiled flirtatiously at several of them, she reserved her more meaningful glances for Dale.

The fifty minute period went by with surprising swiftness. Each time she looked at Dale, she found him gazing steadily at her in a fascinated manner. "Don't forget what I told you!" she told him quietly as he left the room at the end of the period.

The remainder of the day passed much too slowly to suit her. In the cafeteria during the lunch hour, she could see that her provocative outfit received some disapproving glances from some of the faculty, but she was not in a mood to care about that. During the afternoon her anticipation began to mount, and she found herself totally unable to concentrate on her teaching duties. Her head was in a whirl as the final class for the day came to a conclusion.

As she had expected, Dale appeared in the door the instant the last student departed.

"Come in, Dale!" Sharon told him. "There's a little latch on the door that will lock it quite nicely."

Standing up behind her desk, Sharon watched as the teenager locked the door. Looking rather uncertain but expectant, he slowly walked over to her. She could feel his eyes inspecting her carefully, as if he were mentally undressing her. Sharon felt her heart pounding rapidly and smiled at him in an effort to conceal her apprehension.

"Sit down, Dale," she suggested, patting the back of her large desk chair.

"All right, Miss Harper," he replied, sitting down in the chair and looking expectantly at her.

"I think you can call me Sharon when we're alone like this," she told him with a smile. "After all, I'm not really that much older than you are, you know."

"Okay," he agreed.

"I'm glad you came, Dale," Sharon told him. "I hope you have nothing scheduled for the next hour or so."

"No," he replied.

"Good," she told him. "Now, first of all, relax. The maintenance staff never gets to this room for at least two hours after school."

As she spoke, Sharon gently slid herself down on his lap and made no attempt to keep her skirt from riding up. She could see the surprised look on his face, but he made no attempt to dislodge her. Without further ado, she leaned forward and baldly gave him an open-mouthed kiss. He seemed astonished and more than a little inexperienced, but at the same time responsive. With a pleased sigh, Sharon became aware of the bulge that was already forming in his thin slacks.

"I think you and I have a lot in common, Dale," Sharon told him with a teasing smile. "We're both the quiet type and I'll bet I could trust you with a secret."