My first story, hopefully you'll like it.

MY SUPPLY TEACHER Part 1

The moment she came in, i was transfixed. I had settled down in my seat for english, bored as hell, when our teacher announced that our lessons would be taken by a supply teacher, I expected some old ass or some strict fat bitch to walk through the door. Imagine my surprise when Miss Ellen walked thorugh the door.

Let me just say, saying that she was "hot" was a huge understatement. she must be no older than 23 (her actual age, I found out later was 22). with blonde hair, slim body with curvy breasts and an ass to match, she was every guy's dream girl. With her tight shirt and short skirt, she had my attention instantly.

Seriously, did anyone expect me to study while she was around?

I barely listened through her introduing herself. And when our teacher took over briefly to explain the course, i just stared at breasts, rising and falling with every breath she took. i must have been staring for some time, as before I knew it, we were doing questions about some goddamn shakespeare's book. And still, my eyes refused to leave her. Eventually i worked up the courage to put my hand up for help (even though i needed none)

She came up to me, and man, I enjoyed how her boobs jiggled with every step she took.

"Do you need any help?" she asked.

"Er...yeah." I replied. " I was wondering if you could explain this paragraph."

And I swear at this point, she bended right down, so her chest was perpendicular to mine and she showed me the deepest cleavage I had ever seen. I pretended to pay attention while staring at her juicy tits, which worked fine until she asked,

"So what do you think was the intention of the husband?".

What the hell was i supposed to say? After what seemed like hours, i managed to say,

"Kill his wife, seize the throne, you know, like every other shakespeare story."

What was I thinking? she stared for a while, and I thought she was going to kick me out, but then, she laughed!

"you know, it's pretty much that. Just try to put it in a way so that you'll actually get marks in a exam." she said, and then walked away, still chuckling.

The rest of the lesson went without comment, until 10 minutes before the end of the lesson, which was when I worked up my courage, and went over to the bin, pretending to sharpen my pencil. I kept an eye out for Miss Davis, and when she bent down again to help a student, I walked back to my seat making sure i went past her on my route. As i passed, i cupped my hand over her ass, first one cheek, then the other, making sure that my body blocked the view from my main teacher (the bastard).

As I sat down, I swear I saw a smile on her face. Did she know what I was thinking? After all, I am a 6"1 year 11 Teenager, what else could i be thinking about? Or did she pass it off as an accident?

As the bell went, and i passed her on the doorway, she gave the faintest of smiles, subconciously. At that point i decided. Man, I am going to fuck her to the ends of the earth. And I already had a plan...





Should I carry on? Post your opinions.



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Man this one has already got me hot keep going!

 

My Supply Teacher part 2



Over the next few days, I purposefully started to do bad in my english lessons. Missing out questions and giving basic and barely detailed answers, you know, that sort of thing. Eventually, my english teacher called me in.

"How are you finding english?" he asked.

"Good, I guess."

"Can you explain your recent marks?"

To which I told some bullshit story about how there are things going on in my life and mid-teen crisis and stress and so on. I had hoped maybe they will allow me to have after school lessons, maybe with Miss Ellen...

"Because your marks are so low and you seem to be struggling, it would help us if you come after school for an hour for english.", he said.

"What, like a extra lesson?"

"Precisely, on Monday and Thursday."

I pretended to mull over that decision, then asked casually,

"Who will be teaching me?"

"I will."

WTF!!! My god, my plan had rumbled to a halt. At that moment, I felt like hitting him. But what I did was to say,

"That will be great, Sir"

I left the room, pissed and annoyed. Although the next day made up for it.

It was third lesson, and I was bunking geography. I needed a place to hide out, and I knew for a fact, that Room 17, was always empty as this time. The door was placed so that you couldn't see the projector or the computer from the outside, and I figured I would play games. As I went to the door, I heard a video playing, it sounded like...moaning?

I opened the door to the most glorious sight a man could see, Miss Ellen was watching porn on the computer, touching herself underneath the skirt. Her nipples were so hard, I could see it through her saucy red bra, under her unbuttoned shirt, which also allowed me to see her her flat abdomen. At the sight of me, she panicked. She closed down everything, and said in a forced cheery voice,

" Hi, aren't you supposed to have a lesson?"

"Bunking", I replied, still unable to believe how lucky I was.

"Well, why dont you go back to your les-" at which point she noticed my erection.

Now, I dont like to brag, but my dick is 9".

Miss Ellen just stared at my bulge, still growing.

"My god, you have a big di- I mean, I have to go, Bye" she said, rushing out, still keeping an eye on my hard cock. She closed the door behind her, and when I looked though the window in the door, I saw her in the hallway, fanning herself, breathing heavily, causing those tits to go up and down, up and down.

I left that school, feeling happier than I ever been. It was about to get much better.

The, next day, during registration, my english teacher pulled me out and said,

"We have a Development. I am unable to teach you for the next two weeks. I am really sorry, but I have way too much marking to do."

YES!!! I was able to get out of that one. I was about to say thank you, but then he said,

"But Luckily, Miss Ellen heard and she said she said she will teach you, if that is okay with you. She said it would be her honour and she is sure that you and her will get along..."

 

Keep the story going

 

keep going

I like it so far.
Almost every teen age boy had this kind of fantasy that I knew.
Can't wait to read more.

 

Good, but I gotta ask, what exactly is a supply teacher

 

wow

please part 3

 

Like it so far bring on part 3.....

 

My Supply Teacher part 3



I didn't know what to expect from Miss Davis. She definitely saw my erection, but I'm not sure if shes thinking what I'm thinking. So, I decided to play it cool. So it was in a casual way that I walked as I approched her classroom for my first booster lesson.

She was just sitting there, not even realising how hot she was, in that tight red top, which emphasied her breasts and that short skirt. Man, I wanted to fuck her more than anything! But you know me, ever Mr.Cool.

"Hi, Miss", I said in a depressed voice, as if I didn't want to be here.

"Come on, you can be more energetic than that, can't you?", she replied, and then started one of the best lessons in my life. Not because it was interesting, just because the board was a bit too high, so every time she had to write something on the top third of the board, she stood on tiptoes, showing those legs and one of the roundest asses you will ever see. Unconciously, I was already stroking my dick, letting it grow and harden.

Twenty minutes in, as she was sitting next to me by the teacher's desk, explaining a question, I worked up the courage to say:

"By the way, I'm sorry about the whole incident in Room 17, I didn't mean to intrude."

Man, I wish you could see her reaction. She blushed like hell, and acted embarassed, but I could see underneath that she wanted me to mention it.

"Really, It's not your fault", she said. " I shouldn't have...done that in the school premises. It was just the thrill I get, you know."

"I'll be lying if I said I didn't enjoy it." I said.

"I know. I saw your...."

"Erection", finishing off the sentence for her.

After a moment, she asked this question,

"So, did you like my performance?"

Man, I was in!

"I was as hard then as I am now" I replied, and moved my chair so that she could my hard-on.

She gave the most beautiful smile as she saw my bulge. She gestured me to sit in the teacher's chair, which I did, after removing my blazer.
She then walked up to me, and got on her knees. Slowly, her hands went to my zip, and slowly unzipped it. She then put her hand, went past my boxers and grabbed my dick. I had the biggest grin on my face as she pulled my 9" cock out of it's prison.

"Oh my god, you are so huge!" she exclaimed. My god, she was even hornier than I was.

"Well, its your's to play with." I replied. "Just make sure to give a good show."

"Oh, I will" she replied, before slowly covering the tip of my cock with her mouth, expertly teasing me with her tounge. She then went further down, sucking like a pro. I was in heaven. Man, this was awesome, I thought as her head moved up and down, giving the best blowjob in history.

But, I knew she could go further, so I grabbed her head, forcing it down, giving her deepthroat like hell. Her face went red as she carried on giving me a blowjob, making sure that each time that my dick went as far in as possible. I held out as much as i could, but eventually, I pulled her head away, aimed and fired my series of cumshots. The first went all over her face, but she caught the second and third in her mouth, and the final one, she sucked off my dick.

She looked at me, and with one gulp, swallowed my cum.

"Well," she said breathlessly. "That was..... a good first lesson."

"An A* for your work, I think, Miss Davis", I replied, ever the cool guy.

 

My critique:

In your first post, the teacher's name changes from Miss Ellen to Miss Davis. A very important part of writing is keeping the names straight. Another thing is a few typos, which are understandable.

I noticed some local terms of the UK too.

One of the members (above) asked what a "supply" teacher is. The US equivalent would be a substitute teacher, if I'm not mistaken.

I thought your story was written cohesively Good job.

 

damn my mistake, i was watching this movie with a teacher called miss davis my bad.

 

Sorry for the name change in the previous posts...her name is Miss Ellen

 

This is your first story. I'm sure you've been forgiven.

If I might recommend something. Ellen Davis doesn't sound like a bad name for her character It's your call.

 

Ah damnit, I was getting into the story and the thread ended....

Keep going. It's a very good story so far!

 

wow,I thought u are a bio... Im very sry

 

Lol, I assumed that her name WAS Ellen Davis, and the writer had simply moved from familiarity to something more formal.

Then again I suppose that would have made more sense had it happened the other way around.

I quite enjoyed the read. Good job.

 

My Supply Teacher part 4



Thrilled at my success, I wanted nothing more than to actually fuck Miss Ellen during our next private lesson. To my surprise, she started to avoid me. I think that she was embarrassed about the incident, maybe even feeling a little guilt.

When I walked in for my English lesson (not the private one), she barely looked at me. I was feeling quite pissed, so I didn't notice that we had a new student coming to the class. It was only when she decided to sit down on the seat next to me and said something, that I noticed her.

"Wha..." I said, sounding like an idiot.

"I said hi", she replied. "Dozing off?"

"Only when it's an English lesson", I replied, still trying to catch Miss Ellen's eyes.

"I know, it's like they try to make it really dull on purpose. All I'm asking is that they spend more time on thinking rather than mindless doing Shakespeare or some shit like that."

That had my attention fully. Any person who hates Shakespeare is a friend of mine. I introduced myself to her and found out her name was Codi.

"Don't ask me why my parents called me that", she said with a smile. "I don’t know the fucking answer myself".

As we talked, I checked out Codi with one eye. She had a nice figure, not too thin, even bustier than Miss Ellen, by the looks of things. I could just see the curve of her ass, which wasn't a bad sight to see (although Miss Ellen's ass is curvier). She was stunningly fit, with a cute face and long red hair. She reminded me of a younger, bustier, perkier version of Brigid Brannagh.

We must have talked for like half an hour before I noticed that Miss Ellen was staring as us, jealously flashing through her eyes. At the end of the lesson, she told me to stay behind to confirm something about my coursework, although you don't have to be Einstein to figure out she was lying!

As soon as the last student left for lunch, she had me cornered.

"What the hell are you doing?" She asked in anger, and then started yelling at me. It is obvious that she was jealous, and I have a method to cure that...

After 20 seconds of yelling, I made my move. Cutting her off, I grabbed her head and kissed her.

Her eyes widened briefly, before sinking into the kiss. Keeping her mouth occupied, my hand went to her navel, then aimed down, through her skirt and started rubbing her pussy through her knickers. She moaned out loud, but still carried on kissing me. After 3 minutes of this, I pulled my face away, and started to extract my hand. Miss Ellen sighed, probably thought I was finished, but I still had the finale to do...

My hand carried on going up until it found the divide between her skin and knickers, and slipped between them. I went down and rubbed my hand against her bare cunt for a while, then got two fingers and stuck them in. Miss Ellen gasped as she understood what I was trying to do and said,

"No.....no, don’t make me cum here."

But I ignored her and carried on, searching until I heard that loud gasp which told me I had found her G-spot. I worked on that area, speeding up my fingers, going in and out faster and faster, all to the soundtrack of her begging me not to make her cum.

Her screams got louder and louder. She was in ecstasy. She moaned and writhed until I heard those last orgasmic screams, then felt her juice erupting from her cunt, drenching my hands and her knickers. I extracted my hand and wiped off her juice using tissues (boy, I needed a lot of it).

"You idiot," Miss Ellen said, a huge smile on her face. "Now, I have to find fresh pants."

I left her class, feeling happy that I had solved that problem, but one thing was still running through my mind.

Codi...

 

Codi was based on Brigid brannagh. Here's a pic of her so you have some idea what codi will look like...

Search her on google if you to know more...

 

My Supply Teacher part 5



I don't know what I was thinking. I kept telling myself to put Codi out of my mind, to play it safe and wait until after you fucked Miss Ellen. But man, the temptation was still there, and she didn't make it easier.

It was the last lesson on thursday (before my session with Miss Ellen) and I was bunking it, figuring that I'll sneak into the gym and practice my basketball, as all the P.E teachers were out doing some school competition. I changed my clothes in the changing room, and went to the Sports Hall, picking the lock and getting the ball.

After 50 minutes of dribbling, shooting and scoring, I returned the ball and worked my way to the changing room. I had taken off my shirt and just took down my shorts when the door opened and Codi walked in, catching me in my boxers. She grinned as she looked at my bulge, and said,

"Well, there's a treat. Thanks for the delicious surprise."

"You do realise that the girls have a separate changing room?" I asked, trying to act as if stuff like this happens every day.

"It was locked, and I don't regret it" she replied, with a wink.

I swear to God, the next part's real. After saying that, she walked to the bench opposite me and unbuttoned and removed her shirt, revealing a red satin bra.

"What are you doing?" I asked, still remaining cool.

"Changing for after-school fitness" she replied, now removing her skirt to reveal matching panties. "You don't think I have this body without effort, do you?”, giving me a twirl.

She made a real show, pushing her ass out as she bent down to pull up her gym shorts, and pushing her breasts out as put on her tight-fitting top.

I was really struggling to keep my dick from hardening, but not even Jesus could keep his down while watching this. She walked right up to me and, cupping her hand over my crotch, whispered in my ear:

"Trust me, I am aroused by you just as much as you're aroused by me".

Then, she was gone.

After a few seconds, I went out and checked the Girls changing room. It was unlocked.

After that, I needed to fuck someone. I mean, I really needed to fuck someone. I almost sprinted to my extra lesson, and when I got there, barged straight through the door, locking it behind me.

I barely gave time for Miss Ellen to speak before I was on her, locking lips, squeezing her tits, undoing and removing her shirt.

"What's gotten into you?" she asked, when I freed her mouth to suck on those glorious nipples. I stopped briefly to say in a soft tone,

"What, you don't want this to happen?"

"Of course, this is exactly what I imagined" she replied, pulling her skirt and knickers down.

I aimed with the tongue, and penetrated her cunt, like a man possessed. I worked and worked until I thought she was wet enough and plunged my 9" dick straight in.

She moaned in pain, but I forced it in further, hearing her moans turn from pain to pleasure. I barely noticed the time passing, I just fucked her in every way possible, doggy, missionary, and some positions that definitely worked, judging by her screams.

But all good things come to an end, and roughly after half an hour, that I reached my climax, aimed, and cummed all over body.

With a sigh, I collapsed, drained of energy. Man, she is gonna have trouble walking the next day, I thought.

After a minute, I gathered my strength and stood up. Miss Davis was still on the floor, breathing heavily. I helped her and watched as she wiped my cum off her, then licking her fingers clean.

"Next time, you will cum inside of me, I will not take no for an answer. Do I make myself clear?" she asked in that seductive voice of hers.

"Yes, Miss" I replied, in that cool, relaxed voice.

As I exited her lesson, I was already making my plans for Codi, and I can guarantee that she was probably gonna be even better than Miss Ellen...

If you think that I got lucky enough, and I'm only gonna get into trouble if I pursue this, you couldn't be more wrong. By the end of this story and its beautiful ending, every guy would want to be me...

 

just pointing out you changed her name to miss davis again.