The Principal and the Math Teacher

The characters in this story are based on real people from my high school days (a long time ago). some of what happened is true, but other parts are from a fertile adolescent imagination.

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Miss Krippen, my math teacher in high school was a real hottie. She was a only four foot ten inches tall in bare feet, but always wore spiked high heals. while the shoes didn't add more than a couple of inches to her height they definitely gave her calves and legs great shape. I remember more than one guy in class dropping his pencil and bending down as she walked by trying to get a look up her skirt at her hot legs and tight ass.

One day during math class, when I was sitting fantasizing about Miss Krippen wrapping her legs around my ears demanding that I licking her sweet honey pot, the P.A. system came on. The school secretary usually read the announcements every morning, but today Mr. Washington's deep stern voice came across the speaker above Miss Krippen's head.

"Parking bikes at the front of the school is now banned" began the principal. "Three windows have been broken in the past month because students have carelessly tossed their bikes against the walls hitting the glass."

I wasn't really paying attention to the announcement. Sitting in math class I was a typical teenage boy; I was thinking about sex. I was fantasizing about the Principal -- an Olympic god -- fucking my math teacher Miss Krippen.

Mr. Washington was a mountain of a man; over six foot seven with dark weathered skin and jet black hair. He was a former Olympic athlete and kept himself in fantastic shape. In addition to being the school principal he coached the senior track team. Every morning before school he worked out with the team. He didn't just coach; he lead the warm up exercises and ran the track with the school athletes. He worked really hard and pushed the students on the team to their physical limits.

Mr. Washington always came off the field in a good sweat. His t-shirt with the school logo and word "Eagles Track Team" stretched across his big chest, was dark with perspiration. His Adidas running shorts showed off his big thigh muscles. His leg muscles were pumped and defined after a strenuous work-out. The small running shorts didn't just show off his muscular legs, they were tight across his butt and they drew attention to a very healthy package in the front of his pants!

His broad shoulders and tree trunk legs made the girls swoon. Lots of the horny high school students -- male and female -- would show up before school and sit in the bleachers to watch Mr. Washington and the other atheletes of the track team work out before class.

Sitting in math class listening to Mr. Washington's voice, I fantasized about his huge Olympic hands lifting Miss Krippen and setting her on his masssive cock. for the rest of class I couldn't concentrate.

There were lots of rumours around the school about the size of Mr. Washington's cock. I wondered how big his dick was and whether a petite woman like Miss Krippen could take the fence post Mr. Washington was rumoured to have between his legs.

During the announcements Miss Krippen sat on the edge of her desk with her legs crossed. Because I sat near the front of the class I could hear the swish swish of her pantyhose as she crossed and uncrossed her legs. I could see right up her skirt to her pink panties. I thought I could detect her rocking back and forth on the edge of her desk as she listened to the principal.

Watching her cross and uncross her legs and rocking dreamily I wondered if she thinking of sex. I know I was.

After math class I rushed to the washroom and locked myself in a stall to jerk off.

Sitting in the bathroom stall I fantasized about Miss Krippen and her pink panties. I jerked and jerked. Closing my eyes I thought about her red fingernails scratching my balls and her hot lips sucking the head of my dick.

I wanted to hold her little ass and push my dick into her hot pussy. she was just the right height for me to push against the wall and nail her with my horny teenage dick. To make my fantasy even better I thought about banging her with a cock as big as Mr. Washington's.

I fantasized about her moaning and begging for more. As I pulled my dick I thought about her hiking her legs up to take in my huge member. Her red nails scratching my back and holding on as I pounded her hot pussy.

I jerked faster and faster. I thought of her panyhose the calves and the thighs of her legs. I thought about her blond hair all messy and tossed.

As I pounding my dick faster with my fist I closed my eyes and thought about her begging for more. I fantasized about her moaning and screaming as my huge shaft pumped her honey pot.

I lost all sense of time and space ... I was cumming.

My balls tightened and I shot a huge load.

Just as I came all over the door of the bathroom stall I heard Mr. Washington's deep voice. He was shouting at some students outside the bathroom window in the school yard.

For a second I thought he was actually in the washroom and he knew what I was doing. I panicked. My pants were down around my ankles and I thought I was busted. Then I realized the voices were actually outside in the school yard.

Mr. Washington didn't know that I was just ten feet away thinking about fucking my math teacher with his dick.

I wondered if he ever came into the boys' washroom to jerk off.

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Next installment we will learn more about Mr. Washington and Miss Krippen.

i'm loving it! very nice.

Thanks Moaning... I noticed a few typos and grammer mistakes after I posted. I should double proof read before pressing "post"...

Any thoughts or suggestions on where you would like this to go? I'm more into hetero stories, but I know lots of members of LPSG have different tastes...

Part Two:

The Principal stormed out of the high school and grabbed the offending bicycle that some careless student (that would be me) had left leaning against the window of his office. with one powerful arm he lifted the ten-speed bike away from the wall and turned to glare out across the playing field.

Holding the bike clear off the ground by the narrow racing seat, his huge forearms bulging under the rolled sleeves of his white dress shirt, Principal Washington yelled out at the boys in the high school playing field.

"Who parked this bike by my window?" he yelled in a deep threatening voice.

I ran toward the muscular mountain of a man, my heart pounding in my chest. As I approached I could see his bulging chest straining the buttons of his white dress shirt and his huge right hand squeezing the seat of my bike.

Principal Washington looked sternly at me as I slowed my run and walked into his shadow. He was over six foot seven inches tall and ripped. He was a well muscled athlete; he coached the senior track team and looked like a Greek God.

I could see the dark hair of his chest through the damp cotton of his dress shirt. I felt a tugging in my loins as I stood before him watching his hand squeeze the seat of my bike where my crotch had been just fifteen minutes before.

At sixteen years of age I didn't know whether I was gay or not; my teenage body was flooded with hormones. A shapely doorknob or a cantaloupe in the grocery store could give me an erection. Everything reminded me of sex; beautiful girls and athletic boys. I fantasized about big dicks and big tits. I would masterbate three or four times per day.

Powerful muscular men turned me on and Mr. Washington was the biggest man I had ever seen.

Every time I saw the Principal I couldn't help but look at his crotch and wonder how big his cock was. There were all kinds of rumours in the school about the size of his equipment.

Mr. Washington, towering over me, was yelling about the announcement from last Friday about broken windows and parking our bikes against the office windows. He was demanding to know why I parked my bike against the window. Didn't I remember his announcement?

I had forgotten all about the no parking announcement, but I did remember thinking about him fucking Miss Krippen during the announcements.

As a horny sixteen year old I fantasized about Miss Krippen and Mr. Washington a lot. She had blond hair and a tight little body. She was about the same height as me when she wore heels. Her high heels and short skirts showed off her legs and made the boys drool in math class. She always wore light coloured silk blouses so you could see her bra underneath. She had small pointy tits, and her collection of lacey bras was the talk of the boys' locker room.

I would always ask her for extra help with math questions in class. She would come over and lean across my desk. Her smell was fucking intoxicating and her red finger nails, pointing at the mistakes on my page, gave me an instant hard on. After each math class I would go to the bathroom and jerk off thinking of her red nails scratching my balls and red lips sucking my dick.

But of course I wasn't thinking of Miss Krippen right now. Mr. Washington was standing in front of me holding my bike in one hand.

The knob of the racing seat stuck out from his massive clenched fist like the head of a black dick. Though he was clearly mad at me, I couldn't help it, I started to wonder what the head of his cock looked like when he held it with those massive hands. Did he have to use both hands? did it stick out hard and straight like the seat of my bike? Or did it flop down too heavy to stand on its own?

Still holding the bike clear off the ground he turned to point at the broken window with his other arm. Then it happened.

As Mr. Washington turned, it was like watching slow motion, the front wheel and handlebars of my bike turned in and caught him right in the bag. His huge hand released the bike and it dropped to the ground. He grabbed his nuts as he doubled over and fell on the grass right at my feet.

I froze for what felt like forever. Mr. Washington, groaning and rolling on the ground, was obviously in pain. I knelt down beside him as the metal door to the school swung open and out rushed Ms. Krippen.

I felt the heat from Mr. Washington's body as my math teacher ran toward us. I heard her heels on the pavement and saw her skirt ride up her thights. Once she reached the grass her long blond hair bounced as she hopped along to pull off her high heels. She ran across the grass in her stocking feet.

"Are you all right Jim?" breathlessly asked Miss Krippen as she knelt down beside the giant of a man.

I could smell her perfume and saw her red fingernails on his white shirt.

Mr. Washington rolled onto his back and kept his hands in his crotch. Ms. Krippen moved her painted finger nails from his giant bowling ball size shoulders around to the huge pillows of his chest.

"It's okay," grunted Mr. Washington, "I just had the wind knocked out of me."

"Right." I thought to myself. "The handle bar of my bike caught you right in the nuts big boy." But of course I didn't say anything out loud.

After gently stroking his broad shoulders for a minute Miss Krippen said "Let's get him inside".

Mr. Washington looked right down the blouse of Miss Krippen. "There's a couch in my office, I think I just need to lie down for a minute." He was starting to sound a little more like himself again.

Miss Krippen's nipples were clearly visible through her blouse as she steadied Mr. Washington. I picked up her high heel shoes and walked a half step behind as this petite sex kitten helped the hulk of muscle back into the school.

If I played my cards right I might actually get to see my fantasy come true.

Why did it have to stop here? This is an excellent set-up. Now, I think we are just about to arrive at the part everyone wants to read.

Well, I know I want to read it.

Sorry Gang,

I've been out of town and have some pressures at work. I have not had any spare time to finish... I'll get on to it by the end of the week!

I welcome comments and suggestions... the feedback keeps me motivated!

Cheers

JJ

I like it I can't wait till the kid and Mr. Washington start doing stuff...or at least I hope they will.

Third installment:

Principal Washington didn't seem to be leaning on the math teacher so much as hugging her as they went into the school. I could see him looking down her blouse as they approached the administration offices.

Still holding Miss. Krippen's high heels, I followed them right into the Principal's office.

She helped the huge athlete lie down on the leather couch in his office. Like a nurse she fluffed the pillow for his head and then removed his shoes. She was clearly taking charge and Mr. Washington seemed to be enjoying the attention. She told me to go to the bathroom to get a cold cloth.

Mr. Washington's huge package was very obvious when he lay down on the couch. Ms. Krippen looked directly at his bulge as she knelt down on the floor beside the couch. As she leaned forward her nipples touched his muscular arm.

Ms. Krippen stroked his broad chest with her right hand as she brushed his dark hair off his forehead.

"Do you want a glass of water Jim?" she asked in a gentle nursing like voice.

She leaned back to reach for a water glass from the coffee table. The cloth of her blouse stretched across her tits right at Principal Washington's eye level. The whole time she kept one hand on his chest as she wrapped her fingers around the water glass and turned back to hand it to the Principal.

I cleared my throat and said in a loud voice: "I'll go to the bathroom to get a cold cloth." I moved toward the office door, but of course I didn't leave. I wouldn't want to miss this for anything.

Hiding behind the Principal's office door I could see his large sock feet wiggle and toes curl on the end of the couch as Miss Krippen stroked his face and chest. Miss Krippen was obviously making him very horny with her sweet smell, her soft voice and her painted nails.

She was making me horny. I still had her sexy shoes in my hands and I fantasized about making love to her feet as she sucked the Principal.

Mr. Washington's big hand reached down and spread across Miss Krippen's petite back. He stroked her blond hair as she began unbuttoning his shirt.

They wasted no time. the principal had his huge hands down around Miss Krippen's sexy thigh and butt. He pulled up her skirt as she kissed and sucked his massive chest.

she undid the buckle of his pants. Mr. Washington swung up to a sitting position and pulled off his shirt exposing a hairy muscular torso with broad shoulders and a tapered waist.

I couldn't hear too well from behind the door, but Miss Krippen was moaning his name.

"Oh Jim, Jim ..." she was purring. Then I saw something amazing that made me almost cum in my pants.

"Jim, I love your smell" she said as she started licking his underarms and massive biceps. "I love your muscles. I love your hairy chest."

Miss Krippen, the math teacher, was licking the Principal like a kitten.

I was getting so horny I started rubbing her high heel shoes against the denim crotch of my jeans.

The Principal was obviously getting very hot too.

He stood up to pulled down his pants. Kicked them off to the corner of the office he sat back down on the couch. Miss Krippen was on her knees in front of this hairy wall of manhood. Mr. Washington's huge thighs on either side of the tiny math teacher made her look even more petite.

I was watching a fantastic porn scene right in the Principal's office. A one hundred pound sex kitten kneeling in front of this Greek God. Her sexy legs and beautiful ass were pointed toward the door. With her skirt hiked up and her panties gone I could see the wet glistening of her pussy lips.

Miss Krippen's hands were moving down his chest to the wasteband of his boxer shorts. She pulled them down to expose his massive tool. I could hear the slap of a hard dick against his tight muscular belly.

"Oh Jim ... your beautiful" I heard Miss Krippen moan. Her blond hair fell down over her face as she leaned into his crotch. I could hear slurping and sucking noises as her head bobbed up and down between his massive thighs.

I couldn't get a look at the legendary manhood, but judging by Miss Krippen's reaction it was obviously impressive.

"Jim, I love your dick". Miss Krippen's petitie arm kept jerking up and down as she licked and sucked.

"Jim you're the biggest hunk I've ever seen". She was worshiping him like a sex starved animal.

Coming up for air she giggled and said "I can't get my hand all the way around. You're going to have to help me."

Mr. Washington had a broad smile. "You're doing fine, keep going... don't stop."

Mr. Washington's huge hands reached down and rubbed her tight little ass. He pulled on her skirt and worked his fingers into her wet pussy. He pulled up her blouse and undid her bra.

I couldn't stand it any longer; I pulled my cock out of my pants and was jerking to beat the band. This was better than any fantasy I could have imagined.

this hot action went on for a couple of minutes. Eventually, her hair a mess and her clothes all pulled out of shape, Miss Krippen stood up to remove her skirt and blouse.

I couldn't decide where to look first -- Miss Krippen's tits or Mr. Washington's cock.

Part four:

It was incredible. They were both fantastic. They were both animalistic. They were both moving at a frenzied pace.

Mr. Washington took one of his hands and wrapped it around the base of his dick. It was the biggest cock I had ever seen. words couldn't do justice -- every porn cliche came to mind -- a horse, a donkey, elephant dick. I couldn't imagine how Miss Krippen was going to take that thing.

Mr. Washington's cock stood out farther than the math teacher's ruler -- red and glistening. Beside the little blond vixen who was now standing naked over this monster, it looked like a fucking baseball bat. The head was as big as a red apple, pumped and shiny with pre-cum and saliva from the math teacher.

I swear Mr. Washington's cock was bigger than Miss Krippen's forearm.

Miss Krippen was now possessed. She was trying to straddle Mr. Washington and get that angry red pole into her horny little pussy.

With both hands on his massive shoulders she tried to lower herself on his love pole while he held it stiff and red with his right fist.

Oh ... ahhh ... yes ... ahhh ... oh. A steady stream of whimpers and moans came from Miss Krippen -- like the sound track from some cheap porn movie.

Shaking her head from side to side as she tried to take this monster, Miss Krippen dug her red nails into the principal's shoulders.

Her sexy ass wiggled back and fourth as she tried to accommodate the door knob sized head of Mr. Washington's massive cock.

Mr. Washington was now clearly in control. he kept his fist around his cock and his other hand around Miss Krippen's sexy hip. he jiggled his cock and gently applied pressure to her hip.

"Oh, you're so hot ... you're so wet ... take my dick..." He encouraged.

His deep voice sounded like the rumbling growls of a huge bear.

"You're so good ... you can take it ... take it baby ... yes ... yes."

Gently she lowered herself inch by inch.

"Oh Jim ... Jim ... you're too big. You're too ... Oh God. Oh God. Jim..."

Her blond hair was hanging over her face. She rocked her head and upper body from side to side. Her hard nipples rubbed against the giant hairy pectorals of the Principal.

I could see the concentration as she closed her eyes and bit her lower lip. She was determined to have all of this monster.

Panting and breathless she started to cum.

"I'm cumming ... Oh Jim ... I'm ... Oh Jim."

She buried her blond head in the dark flesh of Mr. Washington's shoulder and whimpered. I watched as her ass muscles twitched and could see her pussy lips red and swollen stretched around the massive shaft.

She tried to catch her breath as she continued to gently rock on his huge manhood.

Miss Krippen had more than six thick inches inside her tight little body. She was now down to his fist. As Mr. Washington pulled his hand away I could see there were still about four or five more inches left to go. She had only taken about two thirds of his tool and had already had a huge cum!

"Okay little lady, now I'm going to fill you up. I'm going to touch you in places you have never been touched before."

The low growl in his voice was gentle but threatening at the same time. While he obviously wanted to be gentle with this little doll impaled on his shaft he was also very insistent.

Mr. Washington was a powerful man and as he became more physical Miss Krippen seemed more like a rag doll.

He lifted off the couch with his massive thighs and bulging arms. He picked up the math teacher and bounced her on his dick.

He started pumping fairly aggressively. He was going to cum a huge one.

Her moans were now louder and the heels of her bare feet banged the back of the Principal's legs and ass as his mass of muscle kept pumping her on his dick.

His massive horse cock disappeared more and more inside her. She wrapped her arms tight around his neck and held on for the ride.

I couldn't believe it. This little blond pussy was actually taking Mr. Washington's python.

Now, with his shaft fully enveloped by the beautiful little math teacher, Mr. Washington started pumping.

He pumped furiously.

He pumped his thighs up and down as he held Miss Krippen by her little ass. His powerful arms and shoulders showed every muscle as he bounced her up and down on his angry red dick.

His body glistened with sweat. He continued to growl as Miss Krippen continued to yelp and bite into his shoulder.

His body, covered in a sheen of perspiration started to tense. he let out a low gutteral growl. His deep animalistic voice rumbling like thunder.

"I'm cumming ... Oh fuck ... I'm ... Oh fuck ... Yes." he said.

At that moment a huge crack ran right up the plate glass window of the Principal's office. A student bike, parked against the window had banged against the glass and broke the window.

End.

It has been about a month since I wrote this story. I enjoyed writing it at the time and I hope to do some more writing over the holidays, but would welcome some critical feedback.

In "The Principal and the Math Teacher" I was trying to write something realistic but racy enough to be a good jerk off fantasy. As I re-read this a month later I think it is a bit too wordy and not enough edge. I think it needs to be a bit hotter or something but I can't figure out what.

I really enjoy some of the more fantasy stories others have posted on this site but some have gone a little overboard. I would welcome some comments and advice from others.

Any advice? what do people think the difference between a good story and a not so good story?


JJ

that was pretty fuckin hot

This story is really good, but I would recommend completing more of your stories before posting next time, as it is easy to lose the reader's attention when it is posted in small parts (especially with no sex).

Keep writing! I think you should continue this story further as it seems like there is more to be said. You write very hot sex scenes and dialogue.

My only recommendation is that you describe your sex scenes with more detail. The characters say they are cumming, but you should have some visual to go along with it. Same with penetration and fucking. We want to read about her pussy bulging with his huge cock, or her face wide-eyed with shock.

But more importantly, keep writing.

I'm delighted to find this. It's imaginative and well written. Keep up the good work!

In the age of wikipedia and internet 2.0 this is probably a first!

Last week a fellow member of LPSG sent me a private message asking if I would mind if he did some drawings to add to my erotic stories.

Of course I was flattered that someone would even think to use their artistic talent to illustrate my work; once I saw his talent I was even more impressed! This guy is good.

We went back and forth with a couple of drafts of this drawing of the Principal and the math teacher.

Attached is just the first of what I hope will be many illustrations of my fiction. Not only is our cartoonist very talented, he is very shy. He said he didn't want to post the material himself because he wanted to remain anonymous in case people didn't appreciate his work.

Well fellow LPSG members... I think he has done an amazing job.

If you want our artist to do more illustrations of my stories you must show your appreciation! Post your opinion on this thread or, if you are shy too, you can send me a private message and I will relay your comments and suggestions to our secret artist.

Once you re-read the story I think you will agree that this drawing does capture the 'climax scene' when the school Principal and Miss Krippen are going at it in the Principal's office while our young narrator (that would be me) watches from just behind the door...

One final point. In creating this cartoon our anonymous artist asked me what I looked like in high school. I think he has done a good job capturing my looks at about age 16... of course he has been more than generous with his illustration of my endowment ...

Remember, we need lots of feedback to encourage our illustrator to keep contributing his hot cartoons for all to enjoy!

Cheers

JJ

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Grab the guy and keep him, jjsuperbird.
Real talent for this type of story.