Marjan, Dutch teacher

Almost everyone has a teacher like that in high school. Sexy, smart but unattainable.

At our school it was Marjan Pruim, teacher of Dutch. Somewhere in her late thirties, always preoccupied with her work, looks and rather flashy outfits.

Leather pants, short skirts, tops with leather jackets, bare shoulders, you name it. We as students saw all too often that her colleagues were hot on her. And so do we as students.

"And now you pay attention!" said Mrs. Plum as she slammed my table with both hands. Fear shot into my throat as I saw two blue binoculars focused on me with full attention. Swallow. It was not very smart to chat in the front of the class during the explanation. "Now you listen to me or I'll send you out, Mike", Marjan ordered me. That day she wore a tight blue top with a bad bra, so that her nipples were sticking right through her top. The window had been open and it was quite chilly. Her breasts hung at eye level and I had to struggle to keep looking into her eyes. "Well, come on," I said with a smile. I was good for the rest of the lesson.

I thought Marian was strange. Sometimes I'd talk to my neighbor about Teacher Plum's clothes and I'd swear she could hear me sometimes. Then Marjan looked at me with those piercing eyes, as if she wanted to indicate that she knew what I was thinking about. Maybe I made things up. Like the time she wrapped her legs in my direction and I had a full two-second view of her black panties. Maybe it was coincidence.

The following week we had an exam. I became ill. Not school sick, really sick so I had to catch up. Exemption Mrs. Just don't plum. "Class M4A, overtaking happens Friday at the 9th hour in A604". What hell! At half past five on Friday another exam in her classroom, at the back of the corridor on the sixth floor. Armed with a can of coke I went into battle. Personal pronoun, past participle, you name it. I was ready.

As the first of the three, I was also done with it and handed in my exam. Marjan looked unsatisfied, as if she wished I had paid more attention to it. But half the time I'd been watching her, doubting about one stupid contamination exercise.

She looked really good that day. Blonde hair in curls, red lipstick. A low-cut shirt with a black leather jacket and a short black skirt. Stockings and black leather boots. Black was her color. And it suited her. Anyway, she was checking and there was nothing to do. I blindly completed the last exercise and left the room. Weekend!

Halfway to the supermarket I suddenly realize that I am missing something. Shit, forgot my cell phone. Back to the room. On the way I met Chris and Niels, the other two inhalers. "Have a nice weekend!" I hear them say. Yes, you too.

I knocked on the door of the classroom and unceremoniously opened it. Marjan looks up startled, as if she was out of the world for a moment. "Ehm, my cell phone is still here. Sorry if I disturb you," I said as I walked into the classroom. "Doesn't matter," said Marjan. "I was thinking for a moment." Quickly I took out my cell phone and stood up again. Even before I could disappear, Marjan spoke. "You know, Mike. I want to know something from you." My heart almost jumped into my throat. "I want the weekend, what did I do again?", I wondered.

"Then what?" I asked nervously fidgeting at a table. Marjan got up, straightened her skirt and leaned against her desk. Her beautiful, long legs were accentuated by her boots. But I waited for an answer, so I couldn't spend too much time peeking. "Why are you so bothered? You get good grades, but you're not really paying attention...", Marjan asked from an unexpected angle. I didn't see that one coming.

I thought for a moment, then walked forward to lean against the table opposite Marjan and think of an answer. "I don't know, maybe I'm just not very interested. I mean, the only thing that could be fun is discussing with Lars or watching you," I answered honestly. Marian fell silent. Her gaze was on "What did you say?". I recognized that look and nodded. "Especially when you bend over the table or pick something up." I couldn't suppress a grin on my face. Meanwhile, Marjan stood there with a red head and a rather angry look. "That's not what my classes are for, Mike. Keep raging hormones out of class!" she lectured me.

I felt insulted and got an indignant look on my face. "Do you keep those clothes out of class too?", I asked degeneratingly. Marjan looked down at her clothes. I saw the rattles spinning in her head. "Not that I mind or anything. I think it's sexy when you walk around like that.", I responded provocatively. Admittedly, I had to be suspended for that comment.

Marjan couldn't stand her ground and crossed her arms over her body as a cover signal, then turned around and looked out the window. "That doesn't make it any less inviting," I continued. When Marjan looked back, she saw that I was looking at her buttocks and her face turned even redder than she already had.

"Mike, I want you to stop. Don't look at me like that. I'm your teacher, behave yourself." I don't know why, but her attempted conversion felt weak. "Who says? I'm not doing anything wrong, jeez. I'm just letting you know that you look good. You're hanging with your breasts in front of my face..", I declared.

Marjan thought for a moment, then grabbed her forehead. I nodded. "Yes, and then those sagging bras and tops that your nipples stick through. Or that skirt you wear that shows your panties. Don't get me wrong - I love it. But that's much more interesting than the Dutch language. Sorry ."

Marjan shook her head and walked away from the table. "I can't believe this. Mike, I'm almost 40. Then you can't look at me like that? Come on now," she asked accusingly.

Apparently she never watches porn movies. Marjan came and stood next to me against the table. "Why not? You're a beautiful woman, aren't you? Besides, you don't wear that to be ugly," I said in all honesty. Marian sighed.

Even before she says "What am I going to do with you?" could speak I gently put my hand on her buttocks. First very gently, then gently knead. Marjan froze and had no direct answer. After a few seconds, she got up from the table and stared at me.

"You're going too far, Mike. You could get suspended for this, you know that?" she said in a slightly trembling voice. I was surprised that the word "stop" was not in that sentence. Could it be that? No.. I looked straight into Marjan's eyes. "Oh, half a block and an exam. I'll be out of here in two months. And then I won't be able to look at you either."

That last sentence hit me. I didn't know exactly how, but I was mindfucking Marjan. She looked around nervously and sat down. That reaction told me that she had already noticed me looking at her. And that she tolerated it. Awesome.

"Are you okay? I didn't mean to scare you, just compliment you," I said as I put my hand on her desk which, as coincidental as can be, also touched her hand.

She closed her eyes and responded. "Yes, I'm just a little blown away by our conversation." Her fingers gently touched mine. "You don't mean this," I thought. Carefully I slid along the desk until I was facing Marjan and then ran my hands through her hair. She looked up and I was greeted by two bright blue eyes. "You're really bad, you know that?" she said, looking away. I nodded. "Sorry, I just love watching you."

Marjan got up and looked at me briefly before looking away again. I gently placed my hand on her waist, after which she placed her hand on my arm and rubbed gently. I thought about what I would do with a peer and turned Marjan around and then put my arms around her. Marjan put her arms on mine and we stood there for a moment. She was standing with her buttocks pressed against me and the situation had definitely made me hard. I don't know if she felt it, but I thought she was gently rocking back and forth. I quietly slid my hands up, closer and closer to her breasts. Marjan got goosebumps, but placed her hands on my legs. As I looked at the door I slid my hands over her bra and squeezed gently. Incredible.

Marjan probably had put on a weak bra that day, because I could feel her nipples right through her bra and her shirt.

Gently I squeezed her nipples and heard the breath escape from her mouth as she tightened her grip. Marjan put her hands over mine as she buried my face in her hair.

After half a minute of kneading, she turned around. "I don't think I'm doing this," she said, looking into my eyes. I couldn't say anything. Calmly I brought my hands down to her leather skirt. She closed her eyes and squeezed my arm. I wanted to caress her skirt, but ended up with a finger under her skirt and then decided to go under.

Marjan pressed herself against me and kissed me on the mouth. holy shit! I gently kneaded her delicious buttocks while Marjan was all over the place with her hands. Don't ask me exactly where, I was in a different place.

Finally she gently rubbed the bulge in my pants and let go of my lips. Marjan thought for a moment and looked at me again. Mike, "we can't do this. It's nice, but this can't be done. I look 16. Let's stop."

Calmly I let go of Marjan and she took a step back. She made a closing gesture with her hands, then put her hair back in a ponytail. "Oh wow, that went wrong.", she said as she walked to the middle of the room to catch her breath.

She said these words clearly but implausibly and her eyes were clearly still fixed on the big bulge in my pants.

Calm and determined I walked over to her, stood right in front of her and grabbed her buttock with one hand and pressed her against my erect bulge.

She sighed and grabbed my buttocks with her hands.

I turned her over and the butt against my bulge ritual started again. However, now more intense. She moved her buttocks up and down my cock.

While we were drying off I grabbed the bottom of her shirt and slid it over her head.

She didn't struggle and undid her bra herself and took it off.

My hands started massaging her beautiful breasts again and she meanwhile felt between us for my cock and when she grabbed it she squeezed it hard.

Her hands then shot up to my belt and it was expertly unfastened.

While I now stopped the breast massage, I pulled up her short skirt over her buttocks. At the same time she unbuttoned my pants and squeezed them down a bit. Then my boxer also had to believe it, after which my hard rod popped forward, against her tight buttocks. Meanwhile I slid her thong down and she bent further.

I didn't hesitate for a moment, grabbed my cock to skilfully caress her lips with it.

Slowly I moved my cock head along her lips, which parted slightly moist. Marjan moaned softly when I worked on her now soaking wet clit with my head.

Again I moved my thick knob through her slit and when I was halfway through Marjan thought it was enough and pushed her ass back hard so that I suddenly penetrated her deep in her pussy.

Mrs. Plum let out "Whew," followed by a deep moan.

For a moment I was up to my balls deep in her steaming hot cunt.

I grabbed her breasts again and began to move excruciatingly slowly.

"You're nice and tight, Missy". "And you very tall and fat" was her sighing response.

So we were in her room fucking each other.

I had only dreamed this until now.

This easily surpassed those dreams.

Marjan started to move along rhythmically and we increased the pace.

She lifted one leg and placed it on a table.

I fucked her harder and harder and felt her legs start to shake.

The moaning grew louder and a moment later she came with cramping cunt muscles around my cock.

I too was close to my peak.

Marjan also noticed this.

She got off my dick and knelt in front of me.

Not much later she skillfully licked her cunt juices from my head and then began to suck me deep into her throat.

Deepthroating, I occasionally heard her gasping for breath working my cock until I couldn't hold it any longer.

I pulled my cock from her throat and squirted my warm cream into her mouth and over her outstretched tongue.

Greedily I heard her swallow the first wave and immediately she took another bite.

The second wave went straight into her throat and I heard her swallow half gagging.

I sprayed the third wave over her face.

Marjan licked and smiled at me with flaming horny eyes on me.

She then sucked the last bits of cum out of my cock and stood up.

"Well, Mike, that was an excellently completed exam". "A big 10".

We got dressed and walked out of the empty school together a little later.

What a woman.

"Shut up!" she called to me from a distance before she got into her car and drove off full throttle.

The following week she was in front of the class, but she avoided eye contact and left her skirt at home.

We had no contact until graduation.

During the ceremony, she personally handed me my diploma in an envelope with a big wink.

When I opened it at home, there was a note with a 06 number and the text "call me next week, I have a job for you in my house".

XXX, Miss