I was shocked that teachers could look as beautiful as Miss Malone. I guess being a senior in a small High School skewed me to believe teachers were all older ladies who did not care for my class clown antics. My first day of Drama class tought me otherwise.
She was a vision. Her Pencil skirt and simple white blouse hid what would fuel many wrestless nights moving forward. Long sandy blonde hair held in a bun with a pencil and expensive shoes that clicked the floor made my heart jump. And of course glasses. My 18 year old body was a prisoner to her before she ever spoke.
She took to me. Molded my acting talents. Letting me explore feelings and emotions in her class with no judgement. Gently nudging me to do better. To be better. Always kind and classy. Always on my young mind.
I was able to win her trophies in competion. She beemed with pride at my acomplishments. Miss Malone was my only cheerleader at times. It was very hard for me when I graduated and had to give up my fantasies of her and dreams of acting. But life goes on. I had to move on to the real world. Find my own way.
She seemed concerend about me on graduation day. Her tight hug told me she was worried. That I would blend into the community never getting to further my education or get to experience life outside of the fifty mile radius from where I grew up.
“Jake. What are your plans now that you have graduated?”
“I plan on working I guess. I have an offer to work with a contractor here in town.”
She handed me an envelope.
“That is not good enough for you. You have your whole life in front of you”
“Yeah, but I cannot afford college. And I did not recieve any scholarships for sports”
She put her finger to her lips.
“Do not open the envelope until later. I think I may be able to help you.”
After the ceremony of flying hats and pictures I opened her envelope. There was $500 and a note that said
[] I have talked to an old professor of mine. I have sent him videos from your competitions. He is willing to give you an audition for a scholarship to – a college in the city -as a drama major. Here is my number…use it at any time! []
I was floored and thankful at the same time. My call to thank her made me sound like I was a manic mess. I was. She giggled at my excitement. She gave me his contact information over my many Thank you’s.
I contacted the professor and picked up my audion script day’s later. I was shocked to find out I did not have long to prepare. But it was a chance. It was all I could ask for.
I called Miss Malone. I asked her if she was willing to help me prepare. It was the lead role and I was beyond nervous. Thankfully she gave me her address and told me we could start that night.
I was quick to memorize most of my lines. I did not want to let her down. Always her eager student.
She opened the door. She was wearing the same outfit as the day I first met her. This was going to be very hard for me. Smells of food hit me like a ton of bricks.
“I thought you might be hungry Jake!”
She had no idea…
“Yes Miss Malone. Very!!!”
Something I said must have amused her.
She shot me a crooked smile and led me in.
“Thank you for everything Miss”
“It is my pleasure Jake”
We sat down for one of the best meals I have ever eaten. It must have taken her hours to cook. I did not know what half of the stuff she prepared even was. When I asked her, she laughed and took the time to explain what it was.
“It is called Beef Wellington Jake. Eat up we need to rehearse!”
“Yes ma’am”
Another smile trailed her lips. I remember being glad I could amuse her.
We started the lines from State Of The Union. A rather boring play. But I think that may have been the piont.
She would read her lines, countering mine. Patiently correcting me when needed. We got half way through and she stopped me.
“Your too tight Jake. Let it flow. Just go with it.” She said looking into my eyes rubbing my shoulders.
Her touch and softened my soul. Unfortunately, it hardened other places more visable.
She noticed. It was very aparant. I felt horrible about it. She took it in stride with another smile. She wanted me to shake out my nerves. Her demonstration of the technique didn’t help. Her chest bounced in her white blouse causing my fantasies to run wild.
Somehow we got almost to the end. There was a kiss between our characters in the script.
“And then I kiss you” I said
“Well???”
“Well what?” I questioned
“Do you want the scholarship or not?”
“Well yes, of course I do!”
“Have you ever kissed on stage before?”
“You know I have not Miss”
“Then you better practice Jake. It is just acting. Plus you are not in high school anymore”
I was confused. “So I should find a girl and practice kissing?”
She stepped closer and put both hands on my chest. She looked at me through her red glasses.
“No” she said putting her hand on the back of my neck pulling me to her lips.
Heaven…
She stepped back gauging my response.
“I-uhh-I-ummm WOW!” Was all I could muster.
“Acting” she said.
“But something did not feel right” she said. “Hmmm”
“I want it to look real!” I said
She stepped up to me again. “You need practice!” She said again taking my lips.
We worked on the kiss scene for quite a while. She was a very good teacher. She got soo into her craft her bun let loose letting long hair fall past her delicate shoulders.
“You are still waaay to tight” she said standing back looking me up and down. Trying to figure out a way to help me.
“Do you trust me Jake?”
“Yes Ma’am! Tell me what I should do!”
She stepped to me once more.
“You have a lot of pent up energy. You need to release it!” She said touching my stiffened pants.
“Uhhhhh. I am confused” I said.
“Lay down on the floor please”
I gave her a puzzled look.
“Jake-Lay…down…on…the…FLOOR…please!!!”
“Yes Miss” she always knew what was best.
I lay on the floor and watched her reach up her slim skirt and remove her very tiny white panties. She walked over by my head. Her red high heel shoes now on either side of my face. She hiked her black skirt as she lowered herself onto my face. I never knew my fantasies could be such an effective creative tool.
I may have been 18 to her 36, but I knew what I was doing. My tongue thanked her for the effort she had invested in me. I wanted to please her. Thank her. This was the one way I knew I could…
She steadied herself with one hand grabbing my hair, the other on my chest. My hands found her heels as she leaned back giving my tongue total access to show her my method.
She tasted better than I dreamed. I could tell she came totally prepaired for today’s rehearsal. Her moans of approval instructed my tongue back and forth. Faster and faster on her well kempt pussy.
“Mmmmmm. Yes Jake! You are the perfect student!”
She closed her eyes and wildly rode my tongue until she came hard for me. Falling backwards on my body clutching her wetness and breasts.
We layed there for a moment. I could see her wet red fingernails touching my greatest work. She took her hand off her breast and felt the shape of my bulge.
She rubed herself and my jeaned cock in unison. Trying to mouth me through my clothes. Blowing hot air onto the shape of my cock. Building herself to another climax to our personal play.
Her knees clenched her hand and her body quivered before she rolled off of me. She moved to her knees and refixed her hair bun. Studied hands freed my cock but, was soon upstaged by her hot mouth sliding to my base. Her hands gripped and twisted as she sucked. Glasses filled with blue eyes held my attention as she moved her lips up and down on my length.
The last act was most impressive. She exposed her pale skin and pink nipples as she lowered herself onto me. I could tell she approved of my cock. Taking me into her little by little slowly. Letting her body adjust to me.
“It has been soo long” she said
I could tell her statement was true as her body shuttered when she reached the end. Completely clamping my cock tight with her tight wet pussy. She rode me well. Filling herself with my cock hard with each thrust. Her nails dug deep into my chest under my shirt. I was in awe of her. My hunger grew and grew. Her legs weakend with every squat on to me. She took my cock as her own and made herself cum again. I was too enthralled with her pleasure to care about my own. She collapsed forward on me. Kissing me passionately.and breathing hard.
“Thank You for letting me help you!”
“Thank You Miss Malone!”
I rolled her over and stood her up. It was time to show her how much I had learned. I bent her over the arm of her couch and entered her from behind. My hand unleased her hair bun as my fingers dove deep into her hair. Pulling her body towards my cock.
“Oh god yes Jake….MMMM…UH..UH..UH..AHHH”
Her moans became higher pitched and louder as I pleased her. My appreciation
for her was at an all time high…
“You feel soo good Miss Malone!”
“Don’t stop Jake…..AHHHH.”
I went deeper with every pull of her hair. Faster with the need to please her. To Thank her!
“I am going to cum Miss…”
“Yes Jake. I want it.”
“UUUHHHHH…MMMM…HHHHHHHAAA”
My sounds of release were matched by her own as I filled her.
We stayed connected. Exhausted from the lesson. Eventually I helped her stand up and to the restroom where she cleaned us both up. I was suprised when she used her mouth to clean me. An encore so to speak.
We held more long rehearsals for several days. Each time she allowed me to finely tune my craft.
I nailed the audition and got the scholarship. I also won the lead to my first college play.
She always sat in the front row for support. Always giving me a standing ovation.
My acting career never took off. But the lessons she tought me I still use to this day.
Thank you Miss Malone…
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/hgyrsx/mf_teachers_pet
Great story!!