It bothered her that he was just staring out the window like that, and he’d been doing it all week. Usually, his eyes were on her, following her hungrily as she moved back and forth across the front of the room. She’d been dressing for him all semester, and had already figured out which outfits he liked her in most. It was easy to tell, she just waited till the end of class and watched to see if he held his books in front of his crotch when he left. She’d noticed his lack of attention earlier in the week, and had made a point to wear one of his favorite outfits every day, but it hadn’t done any good, he acted like he didn’t even see her.
The bell rang, cutting her off in mid-sentence. She been so wrapped up in thinking about Kyle, that she’d completely lost track of time.
“Read Michelson, chapters thirteen through fifteen for tomorrow, we’ll be reviewing them in class.” she said as her students started getting up and heading for the door. As Kyle stood up, she looked at him and said, “Mr. Harris. Would you mind waiting? I’d like to speak with you for a moment.” Kyle nodded, sitting back down and dropping his books on the desk.
When the last of her students had left, she walked over and closed the door. Her body was between Kyle and the door, so he didn’t see as she surreptitiously turned the lock as quietly as she could. He didn’t see her open the top two buttons on her blouse either, before she turned toward the back of the room
She walked casually down the aisle, away from the door. The back corner was out of sight from the door, and also the nearby buildings through the windows. She stopped and leaned back again the broad computer desk in the corner. It was empty at the moment, the computers had been taken out, and hadn’t been replaced yet. That suited her fine. She bounced on the desk, smiling as she judged that it could easily support several people’s weight.
“Could you come over here Kyle?” she said as she stood up, waiting for him to make his way to the back of the room. She eyed him hungrily as he walked down the aisle. He moved like a jungle cat, taking smooth, graceful strides, his muscles rippling as he moved. Randy’s pussy quivered, and she felt a flood of pussy juice coat her cunt channel as he came closer. She waved him toward the desk, and he perched his ass on it, his hands to either side of him, his legs stretched out in front of him, crossed at the ankles.
“Kyle,” she began, stepping in front of him. “I’ve noticed that you haven’t been paying attention in class this week. It’s obvious that your mind has been somewhere else, instead of on your schoolwork!” Or me, she thought to herself.
Kyle blushed, but his eyes wandered up and down over her stunning body, and he felt his cock hardening, starting to push down the leg of his pants. She was right, he knew. He’d been fantasizing about his mother and Lois all week in his classes, especially about Lois. Her hot little body, and her tight, shaved snatch drove him fucking nuts. He couldn’t wait to get his hands on her again. He blushed an even deeper red when he felt his cock throb and stiffen even faster as he thought about her.
“I know, and I’m sorry about that Miss Reynolds,” he said. “But I’ve had a lot on my mind lately. I’m starting for the first time this week, and it’s really getting to me… ”
Randy let her eyes drop to his crotch, pleased to see his cock hardening under his pants. She’d never gotten a good look at it, so she was delighted the see that it stretched more than halfway down his leg.
“Is there anything else wrong, Kyle?” she asked, stepping closer to him. “Maybe there’s something that’s weighing on you?” she paused, her fingers playing with a button on her blouse, then slipping the button out of its hole. “I know it’s hard… to talk about these things sometimes. But I want you to know that you can come i… to me if you ever need a little relief from the pressures that can build up in a young man like you. It helps to have someone you can dump that load on, someone that’s willing, even eager, to take it from you!”
Kyle stared at her, unable to believe that his teacher was talking to him like this. He’d been dreaming about her all semester, and until recently, she had the starring role in his nightly jack-off fantasies. His cock throbbed in his pants again, and swelled into a raging hard-on in seconds. He was pretty sure that she was coming on to him, but decided to let her have her way with him, and just play dumb, in case he was wrong.
“I could be… no, I’d like to be that someone for you, Kyle, if you’d let me. I want to be able to open myself up to you, Let you pour all that tension and stress out, taking it as deep inside me as I can. I’m willing, and really want to do that for you, Kyle! But you have to want it as much as I do.”
Randy glanced down, gasping softly, then smiling as she looked back up at his face. She opened another button on her blouse as she took another step closer to him, then reached back and took the pin out of her hair, shaking her head, letting her raven tresses fall around her shoulders.
“Besides falling behind in your classwork, the worst part of this week, at least from my point of view, is that you haven’t been paying attention to me either, Kyle.” she said as she took another step closer. She lifted her foot, kicking his feet apart, spreading them wider as she moved between them. “That hurt me, Kyle. I look forward to this class everyday, knowing that you’re going to be watching me, undressing me with your eyes, and I get so excited. I’m surprised you haven’t been able to tell.” She paused, “I’ve fantasized about being alone with you like this, and the fantasy just isn’t enough anymore.” She opened another button on her blouse so her lacy bra was showing, and now he could see the ripe swell of her breasts through the opening. “I know instructors aren’t supposed to get involved with students, but sometimes, people just can’t help themselves. Like I can’t, right now.”
Kyle just stared at her, his mouth hanging open. His eyes bounced rapidly between her tits and her face.
Randy reached down and ran her fingers over the bulge his cock made in his pants leg, looking into his eyes the whole time. “It feels like you have quite a big problem here, Kyle. Would you like me to help you with it? Give you a little… relief, if you know what I mean?”
Kyle exhaled loudly, and started tearing at the snap of his pants, ripped down his zipper, then stood up, pushing his pants down over his hips. “Jesus, Miss Reynolds! I’ve been dreaming about you too! Every time I jack-off, I think about you!”
“Mmmmm,” Randy purred, pushing her hand into the opening of his pants. “So you are interested after all.” Then her eyes widened in surprise as her finger closed around the enormous trunk of his elephantine cock. She looked at his face, seeing his shit eating grin, then down at her hand, as she felt his pants fall away.
Her tiny hand was wrapped around the biggest cock she’d ever seen in her life. His prodigious prick meat was rock hard, and throbbing powerfully in her hand. The heavy shaft was laced with thick veins down the length of it, and the huge purple glans was so swollen, the skin on it gleamed. Randy was amazed as her perspective of his cock seemed to change, her view of it shifting as she raised and lowered it with her hand, then ran her fingers over the length of it. She suddenly realized that she had fallen to her knees, completely unaware of what she was doing. She found herself staring at the head on his enormous cock now, and watched spellbound, as a pearly drop of pre-cum drooled from his winking piss slit.
Kyle cupped her cheeks in his hands, and tilted her head up, drawing her closer to his cockhead at the same time. “I’m glad you’re so eager to take me in hand like this, Miss Reynolds. Because you’re right, you can see how tense I am. I mean, I feel like I could explode there’s so much pressure built up.” He drew her a little closer, and his prick tip brushed over her lips, leaving a trail of pre-cum as it scraped across them.
He had recovered from his initial surprise, and was on familiar ground now. There was a beautiful woman kneeling at his feet, staring in awe at his pulsing prick meat, and he knew that the tables had been turned on her. The predator was now the prey.