My favorite teacher was my math teacher, Ms Wong. She was in her early 20s, was she sexy! She had long full jet black hair, a pretty face, was average in height, and had big tits. Like most of the teachers she dressed casual more than she dressed up, but whatever she wore, it was hard to hide her hot body. I wasn’t much of a math student, and since I had math my last class of the day, I spent most of the period staring at ms wong and having fantasies about her. I would try to look up her skirt as she sat on her desk. Sometimes I was rewarded with a glimpse of her panties. I also liked watching her ass wiggle when she wrote on the board. But mostly I stared at her tits, especially if she wore something tight or something that I could see her bra through.
My class was a handful for her, but she kept control. I think that most of us guys were bad at math, and we had some aggressive guys that misbehaved pretty often. Early in the year Ms wong seemed like shit, but once the class got used to her discipline, she seemed to loosen up, even get friendly. Still, we were a rowdy bunch, and she seemed to accept some of the boys’ minor misbehaving.
With a bunch of horny guys in a class that had a big-titted teacher standing in front, there was often a sexually charged atmosphere. Some of the boys’ remarks were of a suggestive nature, ms wong tolerated the comments, The problem remained that most of us boys weren’t very good students, and it seemed to frustrate her. One day near the end of the first semester, she dismissed the girls and asked all of the boys to stay late. She gave us a speech on how many of us were in danger of failing the semester. She intimated that it reflected poorly on her, and she badly needed us to improve the final weeks of the semester.
“What can I do to motivate you to work hard these last few weeks?”
From the back of the room, “Show us your tits.”
we all heard it, and there was suppressed laughter. Ms wong also heard it. At first she had a deadpan look on her face like she was mad, then a little smile appeared. “If I did would you study harder?”
Ms. wong sat on her desk thinking, hiking her skirt up high to expose most of her thighs. “OK,” she finally said, “I’ll give you that opportunity. In one week I’ll give you boys an oral exam , and for each answer that someone gets right, I’ll take off an article of clothing. Kind of a Strip Math game.”
I’ll wear the same outfit that I’m wearing today. I’m wearing eight articles of clothing. I’ll give each of you one problem, so if eight out of nine get the correct answer, all of my clothes will be off. But you all have to be very discreet about this. Tell no one, deal?”
“Deal,” we all said, and she dismissed us. The nine of us regrouped by our lockers and discussed whether or not she was serious. We didn’t totally believe her, but we decided as a group that we would actually study hard for the next week, to see what would happen. We checked with each other every day, even helping each other study, to make sure that everyone knew the chapter well.
The following week, as the class began, ms wong gave each of the girls a pass to the library and gave them a worksheet, saying that she was going to review with the boys. After the girls filed out, ms wong closed and locked the door. I noticed that the door’s windows had been covered with paper. She was, indeed, wearing the same gray skirt and white sweater that she had worn the previous week.
“OK, ready? , here’s your question.” She wrote a math problem on the board. “You have two minutes.” started writing on paper. In a minute he announced, “Seventeen.”
ms wong looked at him and said, “Seventeen is correct.” Standing in front of the board, she leaned over and lifted her leg, took off her right shoe, held it up, and dropped it. We all exhaled and congratulated and applauded, but ms wong indicated to us to keep our voices down.
ms wong pointed to M and wrote another problem on the board. M announced his answer, and Ms wong nodded and stepped out of her other shoe and kicked it away.
I was next and got his answer right. Ms wong said, “Very good, I,” and with a smile on her face, hiked her skirt up almost to her crotch, and wiggled her slip down her legs and stepped out of it. Now it was getting interesting.
The next question went to G, and when he got the answer wrong Then I got the next one correct, after checking my computations three times. Again Ms wong hiked up her skirt, this time to her waist, exposing her panty hose over white panties. She tugged the hose down her butt, slid them off of her legs, and off of her feet.
J was next, and when he announced his answer, Ms wong gave us a big dirty grin, crossed her hands at her waist, pulled her sweater out of her skirt, and lifted it. Her bra came into view. She pulled the sweater over her head, and dropped it on her desk. We all went bug-eyed staring at her white bra with lace along the top of the cups. Her tits were hanging out at the top and sides. She stood erect with her hands on her hips, with a big smile on her face. I’m sure all nine of us were sporting huge painful erections.
C was next, and as we waited for his answer, Ms wong sat on her desk, leaning forward, with her hands gripping the desk, affording us a nice view of her cleavage down the front of her bra. She couldn’t hide the smile on her face, seemingly enjoying our eyes riveted to her chest. C announced his answer, and he, too, was correct. “Wow,” said Ms wong, “You guys really did study!” She stood up, unbuttoned the button on the side of her skirt, pulled the zipper down, and pulled down her skirt. Her white panties came into view, and as she leaned over my eyes went back and forth from her panties to her cleavage. Her panties were cotton, fairly tiny and high cut. They were stretched tight over her %!&$@ mound, and the waistband dipped down a little in the front. At S request, she turned around and showed us her panties clinging to her butt cheeks, shaking them at us.
R took the next question, and she gave him extra time because it was a more complex equation. As we waited, Ms wong slowly walked up and down the aisle in her bra and panties. We all craned our necks to watch her. I watched her butt cheeks jiggle in her tight panties. As she walked by me, I stared at the crotch of her panties, and I could see the shadow of her pubic hair through it. I glanced up, and she was smiling at me as I stared at her crotch close- up.
R inhaled and announced his answer. Ms wong stood in front of the class, smiling, reached behind her, arching her back, and unhooked her bra. She teased us by pulling the straps down slowly, her forearm holding up her bra. She lowered her arm, and dropped her bra. Her big white jugs fell out. I stared at them, looking at her pink areola and erect nipples. Smiling wide and looking around the room, she threw her shoulders back, and shook her tits at us. They bobbled and jiggled and rolled, and I was afraid that if I would move too much, I would cum just from the slightest friction in my jeans.
One more student, one more article of clothing. Seeing Ms wong’s tits was already the most erotic moment of my life, but I would sure love to see her bare ass and vigina. S, our worst student, took the question. It sure was fun watching Ms wong writing on the board topless, her tits bobbling all over. While we waited ms wong stood in front of me, smiled at me and leaned forward, shook her hanging tits,giggling. I noticed a moist area on her panties over her vigina that wasn’t there before. S announced his answer, and ms wong threw both fists in the air, said, “Woo hoo!” and shook her tits. She turned her back to us, grabbed the elastic on the sides of her panties, and pulled them down. Her white round ass came into view, and as she bent over, I could see her vigina hair between her legs. She turned around, and I stared at her hairy triangle of vigina fur.
ms wong leaned back against her desk, completely naked, smiling wide, her legs slightly spread, her pink nipple glistening amidst the fur patch. “I’m so proud of all of you! You really worked hard. And I love all this attention. ” She paused and asked, “Do any of you want to feel me?” There was a moment of silence as we wondered if she meant it. “It’s OK, c’mon up if you’d like!”
S and J were the first ones on their feet, but I was right behind them. S reached out and grabbed her right tit and started fondling it. J took her left tit. I stood between them, watching them jiggle her tits as she smiled at them, with her chest rising and falling from heaving breathing. When J moved his hand down to her vigina and rubbed it, I took her left tits and carefully squeezed. “You don’t have to be too gentle, you won’t hurt me,” she said, and S and I groped her tits more quickly and forcefully. I lifted the heavy melon, jiggled it, squeezed it, and tugged at her hard nipple. The rest of the boys gathered around and touched what they could, the sides of her tits, her ass, her thighs, her waist. She alternately turned to her left and right to make out with B and I.
Ms wong reached out and grabbed mine and S’s crotches and rubbed our hard dicks through our pants. She unsnapped my jeans and unzipped them, and pulled my jeans down. I helped her pry my stiff dick out of my underwear. She gave an approving moan and grabbed it. S pulled his own cock out of his pants, and Ms wong grabbed it with her other hand. She stroked both of our dicks, slowly at first, but then quickly, alternating the strokes like she was milking two cow’s udders. ms wong was breathing very heavy and audibly, her eyes half-closed, her mouth open slightly, but still with a smile. J had worked three fingers into her wet vigina, and they made noises as they went in and out rapidly. Her legs were spread wide, and I was standing between her legs with my dick head less then a foot from her vigina and J hand.
“Oh, JJ,” she moaned to me. “Put it in.” I released her tit and moved forward. Ms wong sat with her butt on the edge of the desk. J moved his hand back up to her tit, leaving nothing between my cock and her vigina. Ms wong grabbed my cock firmly and pulled it to her twat. I moved up and my dick made contact with her pubic hair. She spread her legs wide, thrust her hips out, and guided my dick to her slit. The head slipped in, I thrust forward, and I slid completely inside of the warmest, most lubricated thing that I had ever felt. Ms wong grabbed my two ass cheeks and pulled me towards her has I pumped in and out of her. Then she grabbed S and J’s dicks and stroked them while I fucked her. K and G leaned over and licked and sucked her tits, and the other guys kissed her and felt her.
S asked, “Do you give blow jobs?” Ms wong said, “Oh, yes.” S climbed on the desk and knelt to Ms wong ‘s side, and thrust his member at her face. She turned her head, opened her mouth wide, and started sucking on it. K whipped his unit out, and she stroked K and J as she fucked me and sucked S, with the others feeling her tits. I pumped faster, and felt like I was ready to cum. Ms wong started squirming, clamped her thighs around me, and as I unloaded my sperm into her, she bucked her hips. I pulled out slowly. She stopped sucking S long enough to say, “JJ, you made me cum!”
J moved between her legs and took my place inside her. S shot his load in her mouth. Some of his sperm dribbled out of her mouth, and she licked his dick clean.
I watched the action continue for a few minutes as several guys shot their loads in her vigina and mouth. B couldn’t wait. He shot his load in her hand. She lied back down on the desk with her legs dangling. As M fucked her, I climbed on her chest and laid his cock between her tits. She pressed her tits around his dick, and he breast fuck her, creaming all over her chest and neck.
By the time we all came once, it was well past the last bell, and some guys missed their bus, but nobody was complaining. Ms wong said that if we continued to study and do well, that she would continue to reward us, and she kept her promise for the rest of the year. Our parents and classmates marveled at our improved study habits.
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