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      Ben watched Susan his new math’s teacher write a complicated formula on the
white-board. He wasn’t really interested in what she was writing; he just couldn’t take
his eyes off the teacher herself. Like most seventeen year old males his hormones were on
permanent full alert and right now as he watched her bend to pick up the high-lighter he
felt the familiar stirrings in his loins. The teacher was an extremely attractive slim
blonde in her late 20’s with long legs and a sexy busty figure. Today she was wearing a
black three quarter pencil skirt with a white blouse, high-heels and either stockings or
pantyhose. Ben would prefer to think she was wearing stockings and indeed in his
imagination he had walked up to her a few times that morning and lifted her skirt to have
a look. Not just to have a look either. He wriggled in his seat discreetly adjusting the
crotch of his trousers at the thought. Looking over at his mate Kyle, also a fan, he stuck
out his tongue like a panting dog. The teacher leaning over her desk towards the all male
class, showing some cleavage in the process, caught the gesture.  
      “Are you feeling hot Ben?” she asked, her eyes boring in to him.
      He was taken aback at being caught out but was still tempted to say ‘Yes I am hot
Miss and to prove it would you like to remove your panties and sit on my cock’, but
decided wisely to settle for a ‘No’ instead.
      The rest of the duration neither Ben, Kyle or their classmates absorbed a lot of
the lesson but whether she was aware of it or not Susan had been fucked by most of them in
their imaginations a couple of times at least. Still, considering knot holes in doors were
under threat from this lot it would have come as no surprise to anyone.
      Later in a break between classes Ben got together with his friend Kyle. 
      “What do we know about this new math’s teacher?” he asked.
      His mate thought for a moment.
      “I know she lives over by my auntie’s on West Street because I’ve seen her
pottering around her garden” he answered still thinking.
      “Do you think she lives with anyone?”
      “I’ve never seen any body else there and she doesn’t wear a wedding ring so there’s
a good chance she lives on her own. Why?”
      Ben had almost a glazed look in his eyes when he replied.
      “I’ve just got to have her, don’t you feel the same?”
      “Yeah course I do, but how the hell do you arrange that?”
      “Where there’s a will there’s a way” said Ben looking off in to the distance “Tell
you what, as its Friday and there’s no school tomorrow how about we go around to her place
tonight. And bring your camera” he put in as an afterthought.
      “Camera?” questioned Kyle.
      “Yeah you know one of those small silver things that takes photos.”
      “Prick!” retorted Kyle playfully thumping his mate on the shoulder.
      Ben laughed.
      “And before you ask” he said “I don’t have a clue what we’re going to do when we
get there. We’ll just have to play it by ear. Okay?”
      “Okay.”
      It was just after 9pm that night when Ben and Kyle tiptoed quietly up their
teacher’s driveway and through a gate to the back of the property. The back garden was
private and fenced all around. Without saying a word they stood back in the darkness
checking out the windows for signs of life. Then they saw her. Susan was stood with her
back to them in what looked like the kitchen. She was wearing jeans, a t-shirt and flat
shoes.
      “Bugger!” whispered Ben “I was hoping she would be wondering round in her
underwear”.
      Kyle giggled.
      “Only in your dreams do things like that happen,” he said.
      Turning around she carried a cup of something steaming over to a sofa where she sat
down and picked up a sheaf of papers. A cat jumped up beside her and began smooching
everything within a two foot radius.
      “That might be the only pussy we get to see tonight,” Kyle told his mate.
      They both then fell about in suppressed laughter.
      “Let’s wait till she goes to bed,” said Ben when he had recovered.
      Patiently they both stood there, moving from one leg to another as time dragged by.
At about 10pm she suddenly got up and left the room extinguishing the light behind her. A
light came on in another room and both of them hurried towards it, hoping, nay praying,
she wouldn’t draw the curtains. Susan must have been convinced the back of the property
was private because she didn’t. Standing close to the window, which was only covered by
lace curtains pulled in at the sides, they saw her start to take her t-shirt off. Only
self-preservation prevented the boy’s from cheering out loud. Susan had on a white bra
that showed off her deep cleavage and both lads sucked in their breaths as she took it
off. 
      “Fuck!” exclaimed Ben under his breath ogling her breasts while trying to work out
their size “I’d love to suck on those big tits of hers!”