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.