g off her curvey figure. She was proud of her figure - she worked out enough to stay in shape, but she wasn`t obsessive about it. Hell, she wouldn`t qualify as a super model, but who wanted to be that thin? He was running his finger down her shin while they talked, the contact causing a current to run up her body.

He was wearing a singlet and shorts. The singlet hugged his chest, with dark hairs sprouting from the top. When he raised his arms she could see the trail of hair running down his stomach, the rainbow heading towards the gold. The bulge gently showing in his shorts was tantalising, and she could feel herslef getting hotter as the wine worked it`s way through her system.

When he reached for her hand and kissed her fingers she had to clench her thighs together to retrain herself. She could feel her erect nipples pressing against her top, and the sensation of the silk rubbing on her breasts as she breathed was intense. She took another drink, and leaned back in her chair with her eyes closed, drinking in the warm spring air as the moon dragged itself across the sky. She heard his chair move, and started when his other hand slowly ran up her thigh, and rested momentarily on her exposed stomach, under her top. She got goosebumps and shuddered involuntarily, opening her eyes to see him staring intensely at her.

With only the sound of the jazz on the stereo in the air, she ran her hand up his arm, across his bicep to his shoulder. She could feel him tensing as her hand strayed across his chest, drawn to the nipple poking through the white singlet. Brushing her finger across it, she was rewarded with feeling his hand flinch as it gently sat on her stomach. Untangling her other hand from his, she reached out and found his other nipple, hearing him hiss as she tweaked it gently. Looking down she could see that this had had the desired effect, with his cock swelling against his shorts.

He reached out for her, lifting her hands off his chest and draping them around his neck as he leant forward and kissed her. His lips tasted of wine, the taste of summer and fruit and forgotten memories surged through her as their lips locked passionately, tongues intertwined, teeth nibbling. His hands drifted down her back, running through her hair and moving down to her waist, then up under her silky top until they rested on her shoulderblades. He raised her arms above her head and slid off her top, her upper body exposed to the moonlight, moonlight bathing her breasts.

They stood together, her breasts squashed against his chest as they kissed again... and again, his fingers fluttering down her back. She arched to escape the feeling, bringing her in contact with the bulge in the front of his shorts.

Dropping her hands, she gently slid his shorts down off his hips, leaving him standing there in his g-string underwear with his semi-hard cock bulging out, threatening to escape. Lifting her hands up, she tugged at his singlet, lifting it over his head to leave her staring at his hairy chest. Running her hands down his front, she leant forward again and kissed his chest, moving sideways until she felt his nipple in her mouth. Licking it with her tongue, she teased it, rewarded with it hardening in her mouth as he gasped with pleasure.

His hands reached for the buttons on the front of her jeans and unbuttoned them, taking his time as she continued playing with his chest and her breasts rubbed against his stomach. His cock was almost sticking right out now, staring against his underpants as she shook herself free of her jeans, standing with them at her ankles, dressed only in black high-cut panties. She stepped forward to free herself as they kissed again, arms wrapped around each other`s bodies as the heat built up between them.

Sitting back down, she leaned forward and slowly freed his engorged member from his underpants. A drop of precum glistened in the moonlight as she reached out with her tongue and licked his purple head. His eyes closed as he felt her mouth engulf his straining penis, and he rocked slightly back and forewards as she built up a rythem, stroking his shaft as she nibbled, sucked, licked his head, saliva dripping down his length and lubricating her hand. She could feel her own juices start to flow as she continued with her pleasurable task. Stroking his balls, she could feel the pressure starting to build, and she slowed her movements, lifting her head to look him in the eyes as she swirled his head with her tongue, a lollypop ready to be enjoyed.

He reached down and cupped her breasts in his hands, feeling her hard nipples pressing against his fingertips. Lifting her away from his cock, he turned her around and she leaned across the table, breasts pressing against the glass top as he lifted her hips and freed her from her panties. She felt him lick her back, starting at her hips and bathing her buttocks with his tongue. Parting her buttocks, his tongue passed down across her ass on its way to her pussy, wet with desire and aching with anticipation. His hands massaged her ass as he kissed and licked her pussy, and she could feel his fingers squeezing her, neading her almost, as her excitement grew.

Turning over, she rested her heels on the chairs and exposed her dripping beauty to his attentions. Again he lowered his head, stars shooting through her body as his tongue found her clit and sucked gently on it. She gasped in delight as he too started a rythem, in time to the beat on the stereo, licking her pussy, drinking her wetness, fingers gently rubbing up and down her pussy lips as he drove her wild with his attention. Suddenly she could handle it no more, and a shudder ran through her body as she had her first orgasm for the evening, hips raised off the table as he prolonged the feeling by sucking hard upon her clit and squeezing her ass. Coming down, she relaxed as he removed his lips from her, licking his way up past her breasts until she kissed him on the lips, tasting herself on him as she panted, recovering her breath.

He straightened and she looked down to see him positioning himself, hard as a rock, between her legs. Moving towards him, she felt his head push against her lips and find the warmth beneath. She gasped as he entered her, his seven inches comfortably filling her as she felt his pubic hair push against her shaven mound and his hands pulling on her hips. He withdrew, and again eased into her before starting his thrusting action. As he moved in and out she reached down with one hard and started playing with her clit, rubbing it in time with his motions. her other hand she raised to his chest and tweaked his nipples. He loved it when she did that, and the closer to his orgasm he was the harder he liked it.

His movement continued, a sexual dance to the tune of the jazz, the balcony their stage as their breathing got heavier and sweat started to lightly sheen on his body. Faster, slower, deeper, harder, his movements alternating, sometimes removing the head of his cock right from her body before sliding back in. Juices dripped from her as her excitement rose, the crescendo of their private symphony in sight. "I`m coming" she gasped as she came again, body convulsing with the feelings he raised within her, sensations seething through her body as his powerful cock rippled inside her and her fingers danced across her clit.

The feelings were too much for him as he lifted his head back and roared as his own orgasm overtook him. Come shooting deep inside her, pulsing as his movements slowed as he recovered his equilibrium. Sweat dripped from his chest as he gave one last thrust inside her, her hands running down his body as he leaned forward and kissed her again, his softening member a reminder of the passion they had shared.

for home. The thought of curling up on the couch in front of the TV, or surfing her favourite internet sites in search of male nudes, bought a smile to her face and a bounce to her step.

Walking around the corner she stopped, as if hitting an invisible wall. There, in front of an open locker, she saw Robert, naked, erect, oblivious to all as he stroked his penis. Eyes closed, hips moving to the beat of his internal drum, he had obviously thought he was alone and could wait no more for the relief that he desired after seeing his teacher parading, almost flaunting herself in the swimming lesson.

She could feel the warmth in her groin as she gazed on the writhing teenager, stuck in his own erotic world. She reached down and gently touched the front of her damp swimsuit, feeling the fire burning and the blood rushing to her head. Gently pushing the leg of her swimsuit aside, she brushed her finger against her engorged lips, delighting in the feeling of the cool air blowing on her shaved lips, fanning her desire.

Licking her lips she advanced quietly towards her student, nipples erect with the feelings running through her head as she carefully sat on the bench, her head now at a level with his male hardness, able to view his juices seeping from his thrusting member. Lying back on the bench she too closed her eyes, and began to finger herself, touching, probing, enjoying the feeling of the other hand pinching, stroking her nipples.

Even when she heard him gasp as he opened his eyes and saw her there, she kept her eyes closed, willing him not to run, not to desert her, not to leave her like this. She breathed a sigh of release when she felt his hand touch her thigh, electric, convulsing, raising the hairs on her body with the strength of his desire and the longing in his fingers.

"Quickly" she murmered. "Now" she ordered, feeling herself giving in to the moment and keen for him to finish what he had caused her to start. Opening her eyes, she saw him standing there, still fisting his erect penis, a look of stunned belief on his face as her stroked her thigh, fixated on her fingers strumming her clit, stroking her lips, her wetness dripping from her hand. Urgency overcame her as she sat up, turned around and kneeled on the bench, presenting herself to him whilest spreading her treasures, teasing him, taunting him, infecting him with the same desires that were rapidly overcoming her.

She almost swooned as she felt him press his hard cock against her pussy lips, felt him stroke up and down, gathering wetness on his uncircumcised head as her readied for the final advance. He buried himself inside her in one easy stroke, she was so wet. Holding her hips he began to steadily move in and out. She felt herself responding as she continued to stroke her clit, hastening the end in her desire to achieve relief. She could feel his movements speeding up as he began to lose his rythem as he too moved closer to his zenith.

Panting, she shook her hair and almost growled as she felt herself losing control, running to the light at the end of the tunnel. Her whole being was concentrated in her groin as she marvelled at the feeling of him thrusting harder and harder, deeper, almost to her soul as he too moved closer to the point of no return. He groaned, a gutteral sound, his thighs trembled, and she knew he was close. That was enough to send her over the edge, and she felt her legs spasm as she started to orgasm. He too had reached his peak, and she felt him stiffen as he shot his load deep inside her. They climaxed together, lost in their own world as the feelings enveloped them and took them to nirvana.

But too soon reality overcome them as she felt his grip on her relax, and felt his penis soften and wilt as he came down from his wild heights of passion. She turned and smiled, proud of the look on his face, grateful for the feelings he had caused inside her and conscious that the flames that he had awakened would no longer stay dormant........

r around her shoulders.

She moved forward, aware of their eyes following her, and strode gracefully through the class to the rear of the room. She heard the scrape of the chairs as they turned in their seats and feasted their eyes on her naked back. Covering her breasts with her hands, she whirled around and giggled as they drew back in surprise. She even caught Tom, a handsome senior student, adjusting the sizeable bulge in his shorts. She stepped towards him, feeling his eyes move from her breasts up to her smiling face, then down past her hands to her taut stomach, and then towards her groin. He looked up, almost seeming to ask for permission, and she nodded, imperceptably.

Taking his heart in his hands, Tom lifted his shaking hands and reached out towards her. He could hardly contain his nervousness as he got closer and closer to touching her body, a thought that had consumed him over the last two terms. Many nights he had tossed and turned in bed, his young body hard with the thought of her, glimpses of her inner thigh when she twirled her skirt or the rise and fall of her bosum when she was talking racing through his mind as he climaxed, hands shaking as he gently wiped his juices from his stomach and chest.

At the last moment she skipped away, not noticing as his face fell and his hands dropped onto the desk. None of the class noticed his embarassment as they watched their pretty teacher, wondering what she would do next.

Resuming her place at the front, she dropped her hands from in front of her breasts, and again felt her nipples stir with the breeze. She reached back up and cupped her full breasts, enjoying the feeling of warm hands on cooling flesh. Looking out she marvelled in the effect she was having on her charges, with every eye upon her, urging her on, to go further, to fulfill their wildest dreams.

Twirling around she faced the blackboard, reached behind her, and started undoing the button at the top of her skirt. She unzipped her dress and gently began lowering it over her hips, past her panty line and onto her thighs. She knew from the reactions behind her that they were mesmerised by the sight of her lacy underwear, cupping her buttocks as she stood, teasing, holding the pose.

From the corner of her eye she could see movement, and knew that one of her students could resist her charms no more. Smiling, she turned her head and caught a glimpse of Anthony, in the front row, with his shorts undone, gently stroking his erect penis. Sitting next to him was Wayne, who was torn between the vision of loveliness in front of the class, and the equally exciting spectacle of his best friend touching himself. He licked his lips, feeling his heart beat strong in his chest as his gaze flickered from womanly curves to manly strength; from tanlines and grace to raw energy and movement.

Lifting her hands the skirt fell to the floor, and she turned again to face the class. Anthony was not the only one with his hand in his lap, as the boys` unwavering attention was fixed on her body, moving from her smiling face to her excited breasts down to her womanly essence hidden only by her flimsy panties. Underwear that by now was begining to show the effects of how turned on she was, and was half transparent with the heat and wetness that she had created with her daring transformation from a proper school-maam to an almost naked goddess.

Glancing at the clock she saw that she had plenty of time to continue her "lesson". Taking a deep breath she touched her breasts again, feeling her erect nipples pressing into her palms as she gently kneaded herself, feeling a flush return again between her legs. She licked her lips, gazing around the class enjoying the effect she was having on all the boys.

Tom had recovered from his momentary rejection, and was overcome by the feeling her felt for his teacher. He shuffled in his seat to relieve the tightness of his shorts pressing on his erect member. He too could see that Anthony had taken matters into his own hands, and worked hard to maintain his self control. Gulping, he could feel the sweat trickling down his back as he fought the urge to free his throbbing penis. God, he had never even thought about another guy before, never mind actually watching someone playing with himself, stroking his uncircumcised shaft, lightly touching his balls, eyes closing momentarily as he caught his breath...

Stop it. Watch the teacher. The voice in his head urged him to return his attention to the nubile temptress parading herself in front of them. His breath almost stopped as she gently slipped a finger inside the waistband of her flimsy underwear, and started sliding them down. The soft hair, trimmed into a beautiful landing strip above her pubic bone, seemed to shimmer in the afternoon sun streaming in through the window, highlighting her womanly figure in a radiant stream of dust particles, sparkling like stars. Tom rubbed the outside of his shorts, feeling the slight damp patch as his pre-cum moistened the end of his rod.

The teacher stopped with the waistband resting on her clit. A groan rose from the assorted students as they waited with open mouths for the next step in this sexy parade.

It was now or never, Wayne felt, as he focussed his attention on the erect member pulsating next to him. Hands shaking, he reached out, as if in a dream, and placed his hand on Anthony`s thigh, only inches away from the slow-moving hand sliding up and down the hard shaft. He felt his friend flinch, almost stop, before resuming his stroking movements. He looked up to see his friend smiling, almost mocking him, inviting him to move further, take the next step, give in to his darkest desires... His own cock felt like it was going to erupt, he was so turned on. He had never felt this hard before, and as he unzipped his own pants he reached out and touched the hairy testicles that taunted him with their ripeness.

Meanwhile the teacher had moved forward again, to stand in front of Tom. She saw the damp spot at the end of the bulge in his pants, and she reached out to touch his arm. He jumped as if electrocuted, but she ran her fingers down his arm until she reached his strong, tanned fingers. Lifting up his hand, she felt the heat eminating from his young body as she placed his hand upon her taut stomach. She flinched as she felt him try to retract his hand, but she held on and felt him relax. Looking into his eyes she slowly dragged his hand down until he felt the soft spring of her pubic hair beneath his fingers. A moan escaped his lips as she saw the bulge in his pants jerk, then relax.

Herself, she felt like she was on fire as she used his hand to lower her panties and disclose her womanly secrets to the young stud in front of her. God, how many times had she sat in front of the class, her groin burning with desire as she watched the young men in front of her, saw the way they looked at her, the way they reacted when she stood close and talked in a whisper to avoid disturbing the rest of the class.

Fate had drawn her to this moment, and she was not about to escape her destiny....

her knees shook as she felt the cool air caress her pubic hair, felt his hand continue to pull her panties down, felt rather than heard the reaction from the rest of the class as she disclosed her secrets to the afternoon sun. Opening her eyes she glanced down at Tom, smiling when she saw his erect member sticking out from his shorts, glistening, throbbing, yearning for her.

Her panties slid down her thighs and landed on the floor. Stepping gracefully out, she picked them up with one foot and offered them to the young man, speechless and statue-like in front of her. He took them, almost overcome with the smell of her excitement as he raised them to his face and drank in her scent.

"Enough was enough" she thought, as she swept the books of his desk and pulled Tom up off his chair, displaying his hard shaft and shining head to the other students. Roughly almost, she undid his belt and ripped the buttons from the top of his shorts to display his jockeys and free up his hanging testicles. She turned him around and sat him on his desk, his pants swinging at his ankles as she sat before him and viewed the prize that was on offer. Smiling up at him, she saw his penis jerk with anticipation as she licked her lips and gently stroked his thigh.

All around students stood, most with hands in pants or pants undone, as she lowered her head and licked the purple head that stood in front of her. Across the room Wayne followed her movements as he lowered his head and licked the moisture from Anthony`s turgid head, feeling his heart skip a beat as he tasted a penis for the first time.

Tom was in seventh heaven as his teacher nibbled on his aching member, gently stroked his throbbing balls, licked up and down his shaft and sucked efficiently upon his young cock. He could feel his excitement rising, even though he wanted this moment to last for ever. Across the room it was already too late for Anthony as he grunted, lifted his hips and shot his hearty load all over Wayne`schest. Wayne, alerted just before the moment of climax, watched in awe as the come flew out and landed across his chest and arms. A stray drop landed on his hands and he rubbed it upon his own head as he continued to stroke himself, harder and harder, excited beyond belief by the softening penis next to him and the semen seeping through his shirt onto his manly chest.

The teacher momentarily halted, her flow interupted by the climaxing couple seated at the front of the class. Tom`s seat was wet with her juices as she returned to sucking his manhood, one hand between her thighs feeling herself moving closer to the point of no return. She could sense that Tom was ready to climax as he struggled to mantain control, jerking his hips and muttering incoherantly. Releasing his shaft from between her lips, she gazed up at him as she stroked his foreskin, quicker and quicker, seeking to release the passion within.

She felt him give one last gigantic jerk as his hips left the desk and his penis exploded infront of her. His juices shot as if jet propelled, wet and warm on her breasts as she milked him for all she was worth, lifting her other hand, wet with her own juices, to cup his balls and massage the last drops from inside him.

That was it for many of the watching students, as she heard the groans of a dozen climaxes and felt the splatter of flying sperm on her arm and on the floor. She felt his thickening juices drip down her breats, and rubbed her finger down her erect nipples, coated in his essence, before relaxing back in her chair to finish what she had started.

The room could have exploded for all she knew as she touched herself in all the right places, felt her button jerk beneath her fingers as she continued to tweak her own nipples. She felt the feelings begin to overcome her as her fingers moved faster and faster over her private parts, exposing herself to the class as they watched her close her eyes and begin the journey to the forbidden palace.

"Uuurgh" jolted from her lips as she started to come, feeling her body swallow her finger as she continued to stroke her cliterous whilest the other hand was forced inside her pulsating opening, wet with mixed juices and overdue for satisfaction. She continued to scream as she came hard, like never before, like the release of so many demons inside her as she collapsed in a heap on the school chair, replete and exhausted.

Those of her students that had not already climaxed had done so then, overcome with the emotion and excitement of seeing their teacher finish herself off in front of them. For many it was their first time seeing a naked woman, let alone one that performed a sexual act, and they too were exhausted.

She opened her eyes, gazing upon the boys clustered around her, in varying stages of dress and composure, and smiled. Life was good, she thought, and she could see the rest of the term getting a whole lot better......