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Mathematics for Horny Dummies (18+)

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Mathematics for Horny Dummies (18+)

My fucking erotic teacher was my math teacher, Mrs Abiola. She was in her early forties, a wife and a mom, but, damn she was sexy! She had long black hair, a beautiful face, average height, and big boobs. 

Like most of the teachers, she made sure she was on her formal wear at all times, 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 Mrs Abiola and having fantasies about her. 

She didn’t wear skirts very often, but when she did, 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 jiggle when she wrote on the board. But mostly I stared at her boobs, 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. There were twenty of us in the class, nine boys and eleven girls, and I think most of us guys were bad at math, and we had some aggressive guys who misbehaved quite often. Early in the year Mrs Abiola seemed harsh, but once the class got used to her discipline, she seemed to loosen up, even get friendly. Still, we were a boisterous group, and she seemed to accept some of the boys’ minor misbehaving.

With a bunch of horny guys in a class that had with teacher with heavy boobs standing in front, there was often a sexually charged atmosphere. Some of the boys’ remarks were of a sexual evocative nature, but Mrs Abiola tolerated the comments, even firing back with little innuendos of her own, especially before the bell when many of the girls hadn’t arrived yet. During class, some of Mrs Abiola’s leg crossing and other posturing seemed be an attempt to get our attention, but I thought maybe that was my overactive imagination.

The problem remained that most of us boys weren’t very good students, and it seemed to frustrate Mrs Abiola. One day near the end of the first term, 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 final exams. She intimated that it reflected poorly on her, and she badly needed us to improve the final weeks of the term.

“What can I do to motivate you to work hard these last few weeks?”

From the back of the room, I heard Samuel mumble, “Show us your breasts.”

He said it a little too loud, and we all heard it, and there was bottled-up laughter. Mrs Abiola also heard it. At first, she had an unsmiling look on her face like she was mad, then a little smile appeared. “If I did would you study harder?”

Okon said, “Even I would study for that!” and we all laughed.

Mrs Abiola sat on her desk thinking, lifting her skirt up high to expose most of her thighs. “OK, Okon,” she finally said, “I’ll give you that opportunity. In one week I’ll give you boys an oral exam on Chapter Twelve, and for each answer that someone gets right, I’ll take off an article of clothing. A kind of a strip maths game.”

“Yes, right,” Okon said. Like you could do that.”

“Okon, I promise. 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 subtle about this. Tell no one, deal?”

“Deal,” we all said, and she dismissed us. The nine of us regrouped by the school gate 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, Mrs Abiola gave each of the girls a permit card to the library and gave them serious classwork, saying that she was going to review with the boys. After the girls filed out, Mrs Abiola closed and locked the door. I noticed that the door’s windows had been covered with paper. She was, indeed, wearing the same black skirt and white sweater that she had worn the previous week.

“OK, ready? Damilola, here’s your question.” She wrote a math problem on the board. “You have two minutes.” Damilola started writing on paper. In a minute he announced, “Four.”

Mrs Abiola looked at him and said, “Four 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 puff out and congratulated Damilola and applauded, but Mrs Abiola indicated to us to keep our voices down.

Mrs Abiola pointed to Kunle and wrote another problem on the board. Kunle announced his answer, and Mrs Abiola nodded and stepped out of her other shoe and kicked it away.

Chike was next and got his answer right. Mrs Abiola said, “Very good, Chike,” and with a smile on her face, lifted 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 Musa, and when he got the answer wrong, even Mrs Abiola looked disappointed. Then I got the next one correct, after checking my answers three times. Again Mrs Abiola hiked up her skirt, this time to her waist, exposing her tights over red panties. She tugged the tights down her butt, slid them off of her legs, and off of her feet.

Okon was next, and when he announced his answer, Mrs Abiola 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 bulgy eyes staring at her red bra with lace along the top of the cups. Her boobs 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 was sure all nine of us were with huge painful erections.

Michael was next, and as we waited for his answer, Mrs Abiola 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 engrossed in her chest.

Michael announced his answer, and he, too, was correct. “Wow,” said Mrs Abiola, “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 black 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 pussy mound, and the waistband dipped down a little in the front.

At Samuel’s request, she turned around and showed us her panties clinging to her butt cheeks, shaking them at us.

Kayode took the next question, and she gave him extra time because it was a more complex equation. As we waited, Mrs Abiola slowly walked up and down the aisle in her bra and panties. We all stretched 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.

Kayode inhaled and announced his answer. Mrs Abiola 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 black boobs fell out. I stared at them, looking at her brown 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 uniform.

One more student, one more article of clothing. Seeing Mrs Abiola’s boobs was already the most erotic moment of my life, but I would sure love to see her bare ass and pussy. Samuel, our worst student, took the question. It sure was fun watching Mrs Abiola writing on the board topless, her tits bobbling all over. While we waited, Mrs Abiola stood in front of me, smiled at me, leaned forward, shook her hanging boobs, giggling. I noticed a damp area on her panties over her pussy that wasn’t there before.

Samuel announced his answer, and Mrs Abiola threw both fists in the air, said, “Wow!” and shook her tits. She turned her back to us, grabbed the elastic on the sides of her panties, and pulled them down. Her black round ass came into view, and as she bent over, I could see her pussy hair between her legs. She turned around, and I stared at her hairy triangle of pussy fur: black hairs.

Mrs Abiola leaned back against her desk, completely naked, smiling wide, her legs slightly spread, her pink pussy 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, come on up if you’d like!”

Samuel and Okon were the first ones on their feet, but I was right behind them. Samuel reached out and grabbed her right boobs and started fondling it. Okon took her left boobs. I stood between them, watching them jiggle her tits as she smiled at them, with her chest rising and falling from heaving breathing. When Okon moved his hand down to her pussy and rubbed it, I took her left breast and carefully squeezed.

“You don’t have to be too gentle, you won’t hurt me,” she said, and Samuel 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 Damilola and Chike.

Mrs Abiola reached out and grabbed mine and Samuel’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 lift my stiff dick out of my underwear. She gave an approving moan and grabbed it.

Samuel pulled his own dick out of his pants, and Mrs Abiola grabbed it with her other hand. She stroked both of our dicks, slowly at first, but then quickly, interchanging the strokes like she was milking two cow’s udders. Mrs Abiola was breathing very heavy and audibly, her eyes half-closed, her mouth open slightly, but still with a smile. Okon had worked three fingers into her wet pussy, 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 than an inch from her pussy and Okon’s hand.

“Oh, Tom,” she moaned to me. “Put it in.” I released her boobs and moved forward. Mrs Abiola sat with her ass on the edge of the desk. Okon moved his hand back up to her boobs, leaving nothing between my dick and her pussy. Mrs Abiola grabbed my dick firmly and pulled it to her pussy. 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. Mrs Abiola grabbed my two ass cheeks and pulled me towards her as I pumped in and out of her. Then she grabbed Samuel and Okon’s dicks and stroked them while I fucked her. Kayode and Musa leaned over and licked and sucked her tits, and the other guys kissed her and felt her.

Samuel asked, “Do you give blow jobs?” Mrs Abiola said, “Oh, yes.” Samuel climbed on the desk and knelt to Mrs Abiola’s side, and thrust his dick at her face. She turned her head, opened her mouth wide, and started sucking on it. Kayode whipped his dick out, and she stroked Kayode and Okon as she fucked me and sucked Samuel, with the others feeling her tits. I pumped faster, and felt like I was ready to cum.

Mrs Abiola started wriggling, clamped her thighs around me, and as I unloaded my sperm into her, she bucked her hips. I pulled out slowly. She stopped sucking Samuel long enough to say, “Tom, you made me cum!”

Okon moved between her legs and took my place inside her. Samuel shot his load in her mouth. Some of his cum 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 pussy and mouth. Damilola couldn’t wait. He shot his cum in her hand. She lied back down on the desk with her legs dangling. As Kunle fucked her, Chike climbed on her chest and laid his dick between her boobs. She pressed her boobs around his dick, and he fucked her boobs, 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. Mrs Abiola 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 wondered about our improved study habits.

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