Have you ever heard that Van Halen song Hot For Teacher? David Lee Roth sings about his desire for his sexy new teacher, set against excellent guitar worth by Eddie. I always thought it was a pretty good song but I never quite understood what he was singing about until I began my senior year of high school. One of my elective courses that year was Economics and the teacher was Ms. Kellogg, a new teacher who had just moved to town from Oregon. I only ended up in Econ because all the other good electives were already filled, but it turned out to be one of the best classes in my entire high school career.

The first day of class I arrived about three minutes early and sat down at my desk, arranging my extra books in the basket underneath the desk. When I had everything organized I picked up my head and peered around the room, trying to see if any of my friends had ended up in the class as well. I didn’t get very far around the room however because my eyes landed on Ms. Kellogg, the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. When I saw her she had her back turned to the class and she was writing something on the board. Even though I couldn’t see her face I could tell immediately that she was gorgeous. Her lustrous blonde hair was pinned back with those Japanese looking chopstick things, very forward for a teacher. She was wearing a satin button up shirt that hugged the curves of her body so nicely, even though it was loose fitting. The shirt was tucked into a fairly tight black pinstripe skirt that ended just a hair above her knees. She also had on a pair of nude stockings and black high heels. Her outfit was a stunning combination of demure and sexy at the same time, perfect for a teacher who’s trying to impress her colleagues and keep her students entranced at the same time.

It wasn’t until Ms. Kellogg turned around that I was exposed to the real treats she possessed. After she finished writing her name and a few bits of information on the board she slowly turned around to reveal a beautiful set of natural tits and a pair of very hard nipples. I would guess she was sporting a D cup, although they could have been a big C. They appeared to be perky beyond belief, sitting nice and high on her chest. Did I mention the nipples? They were poking out from behind what must have been at least two layers (bra and shirt) and I could still see them clearly. In fact, most of the guys in the room stopped talking the moment she faced the class. In addition to the breasts Ms. Kellogg also had a beautiful face, completely unmarred and elegantly angled. Her nose was perfectly shaped, she had a radiant smile, and her blue eyes shone brightly behind the simple glasses she wore. She was in fact a picture of perfect sexiness, the kind of teacher that inspires fantasies.

Instead of me rushing home to masturbate Ms. Kellogg had asked me to stay after school that day. I wasn’t sure why, after all I had been a model student in her class. It wasn’t long after I arrived at her door that I learned why she had called me in. When I walked in the room Ms. Kellogg had her hair down and it now caressed her shoulders and back. With her glasses resting on the lower part of her nose and her legs crossed just so she looked every bit a pornstar. I quickly filed into the class and took a seat. Ms. Kellogg walked to the board with her chalk but dropped it on the floor. Turning her body so her ass was facing me she bent over at the waist, giving me a bird’s eye view of her beautiful rump. When she stood back up she turned around and walked over to me, putting her hands on the edge of my desk and bending over fully so I had a full on view of her cleavage. Her breasts heaved impressively; it was like they were calling to me. Ms. Kellogg asked me if I liked them, my only reply was to reach out and touch them, running my hand under her shirt and grasping them through her bra cups. They felt so soft and sexy; they were definitely real. She asked me if I liked what I felt, and again I didn’t say a word, this time I just unbutton her shirt and unhooked her bra, freeing those beauties. Taking charge of the situation I stood up from my desk and grabbed a hold of Ms. Kellogg. I pushed her back until she was lying on her desk, totally open to me. With great passion I leaned forward and took her nipple into my mouth, sucking on it with the hunger of a beast.

At that very moment I lost my load, spurting cum onto my stomach and hands. I was so lost in the fantasy I didn’t know where I was for a brief second. After realized I was just sitting in my room I found myself momentarily disappointed, although at the same time I was quite excited to go back to school the next day.

Ms. Kellogg and I never did have an after school tryst, but she certainly appeared in my fantasies many times throughout the year. I know lots of guys fantasize about their teachers so I thought I would share mine. Perhaps some of your other surfers will be bold enough to match my efforts.

Michael
Maryland