Mrs De Haan - 1

Hello, I'm Pieter and my wildest dream has come true. I am 17 years old and I am in 5 VWO. Actually, I'm a bit of a dork. I'm not very tall and handsome, and I don't have many friends either. That gives me more time to work on school and I often get good results. When I'm not at school I'm gaming in my room. So I do fall into the stereotype of the nerd. Still, I have one thing in my favour. My dick is quite big. When wound up it is 22 cm long and 7 cm wide. So it's quite a bat and I love playing with it. Unfortunately, it stays that way, since the girls at my school don't give me a glance.

Anyway, I was talking about my naughty dream come true. The school year is coming to an end and it is incredibly hot again in the Netherlands. The whole of VWO 5 is in preparation for the last exam week. I don't worry much and I always do my best. However, there is one subject that is more difficult than the others. Not so much because of the material, but because of the teacher.

Mrs. De Haan teaches Dutch to the upper years and therefore also to my class. Any student with a good pair of eyes would want her as a teacher. She is a wonderful appearance. She has beautiful red hair and her whole face is covered in freckles. She wears glasses over her bright blue eyes and her white teeth shine dazzlingly when she smiles. She is quite tall, which she accentuates by often wearing heels. She also has an unparalleled figure. She has broad shoulders with some very nice big breasts underneath. Underneath again, she has a cute tummy. Her hips and thighs are unreal with a matching buttocks that anyone who even slightly likes women should take a look. The girls in my class talk about her all the time, let alone what the boys think about her. And she cannot escape the attention of other teachers, my Latin teacher called her the reincarnation of the goddess Venus. I can only agree with him. At the age of 32, she is not yet married. Pretty special considering her appearance. There is not a trace of age to recognize. Only in her behavior does a kind of experience appear.

She knows very well how her body and looks affect people and she just exudes confidence. She has some kind of magical effect on the class. My fellow students can gossip and gossip all day long, as soon as they are in her class everyone is all ears. With just one look from her everyone is quiet and even the most cheeky students she is the boss. The boring subject of Dutch has suddenly become their favorite. I'm pretty sure I'm not alone in saying that this woman sometimes crosses my mind when I'm enjoying myself and I'd like nothing more than to see those fantasies come true.

So it was time for Dutch again. On a warm and sweltering morning, everyone entered the classroom in a cheerful mood. Everyone greeted Mrs. De Haan, something other teachers can only dream of. I went back to the front as usual. I did this for every subject because that was the easiest in terms of asking questions and I can concentrate better here than in the back, where the less attentive students were. With Dutch this also had the additional advantage that I could then study Mrs De Haan's body from up close euhm.

We should have made an exam assignment as homework and that was now discussed afterwards. There was not much to it since I had already seen all the answers. I got almost everything right. So now I could conveniently focus my attention more on my favorite teacher. Of course she was nicely dressed for summer. She was wearing a red checkered summer dress. The color pattern was not so much my favorite but the model suited her perfectly. It accentuated her figure in a beautiful way. She had put on heels again and I was even briefly impressed by her calves. She wore her beautiful red hair loose over her shoulders, and when she stood in the sun it seemed as if there was a red glow around her. She is an energetic person and also teaches in this way. Her body movements are the same. This sometimes ensures that her feminine curves move happily along. It's almost hypnotic.

So the lesson continues. Several times the case in my pants also wants to make itself heard. I don't think I need to explain why anymore. Dutch is also the only subject where time cannot pass slowly enough. Yet it is that time again. Everyone heads back to the next lesson. When I want to walk away I hear;

Pieter, after what time are you free today?

Mrs. De Haan stands behind me and looks at me with a serious look. For a moment I get distracted by her generous insight, but I pick myself up and answer that I still have two lessons to go after this.

Fine, can you come to this room right away?

I answer yes and say hello to her. As I walk away I realize I forgot to ask why I have to come back. I have good grades and don't cause much trouble in class. Oh well, it'll work out. At least then I can look at her longer.

The last hours of class do their thing and I saunter towards the Dutch classroom. It's a bit warmer now and I don't feel like worrying too much. Fortunately, the room has air conditioning. I knock on the door and walk in. All tables and chairs have been pushed aside. There is one chair in front of Mrs De Haan's desk, who sits behind it. She's checking when I come in. She greets me with a neutral look and invites me to sit on the chair in front of her desk. I am a bit surprised by the arrangement of the room.

So, there we have it. Our star player.

I frown and think; star player? This is noticed and responded to immediately.

Well, that's what the teachers here call the students with the best results. It's just a compliment.

I start to beam. She gets up and starts walking around the room. Her tone also becomes a bit more serious.

Well, you must be asking yourself why you're here. I'll explain that to you. I know that Dutch comes easily to you and that is also reflected in your grades. I therefore have no problem with you occasionally focusing your attention on something else in class. I do have a problem with what you focus on.

I swallow and turn red. So maybe it was a little too obvious that I liked her so much.

I get that my body and outfit have a certain effect on a teenage boy and your classmates also want to stare at me sometimes. The fact that you do it so extensively and visibly, not to mention that this isn't the first time, is bad enough.

What I'm really mad about is that you can't even have the decency to stay off your crotch in the middle of class.

I am startled. Would I have squeezed my crotch a little too long? I don't know where to look so I just look at the ground.

Look at me when I talk to you

she says sternly. A devilish smile appears on her mouth now. One I don't know about her.

Fortunately, I do have a solution for you. I look at her questioningly.

Finish it here.

S-sorry, what do you mean?

I stammer.

What you did in class. Go play with yourself while you watch me. You love to do that, don't you?

She stands in front of me with her arms crossed. My eyes widen and I stiffen.

You hear me right? Or do you want all your teachers to know what kind of pervert they have in class?

N-n-no, I don't want that.

My throat is bone dry.

Come on, for the day with it. Show me your pathetic dick.

In slow motion I undo my pants and pull them off my buttocks. My underpants also come along and my flaccid cock appears. Because of the fright and the nerves there is no movement at all. Mrs. De Haan laughs scornfully.

So, there you are.

Then she bends over and when her face is just in front of mine she suddenly asks very sultry;

will your favorite teacher lend you a hand?

Without waiting for my answers, she gets on her knees and grabs my flaccid sex. I gasp. Her warm hand creates a sensation I've never felt before. While she starts massaging my cock and balls with one hand, her other hand rubs my thigh.

Am I the first woman to touch you like that, Pieter?

she asks meanly. I can only nod yes.

Slowly my cock starts to grow. She watches this with the same fake smile as before. However, a surprised look appears on her face when she sees my cock at full strength.

Wow, I didn't see this coming. Our Pieter was apparently at the front when handing out.

She starts jerking me off with both hands. I close my eyes and try to think of something else. If I keep looking at Mrs. De Haan, who is jerking me off between my legs, I'm sure I'm going to come. I want to avoid that at all costs because I don't want to be further humiliated.

Hmmm, maybe we can have some fun with this one. Look at me Peter.

I open my eyes and see her hands at work.

You must have often fantasized about this. Is that right, Peter?

I can only nod.

Delicious right? A handsome teacher who enjoys jerking you off.

I start to breathe heavier and she realizes this. Laughing she says;

I'll take that as a yes.A drop of pre-cum appears on my throbbing head. As if it's nothing she starts to lick my head. I gasp again. I've never felt anything like it and I start to moan softly. The licking turns into sucking and I feel her luscious lips sliding down my shaft. Her tongue plays on my head and I feel her hand slide over my balls. Then she raises her head and puts her red hair back in a ponytail.

Come on for me. I'm in the mood for a load of teen cum.

She goes back to work. With her hand she jerks me off while sucking my head.

I don't like it any longer. I start to take a deeper breath as I feel the cum bubbling up in my balls. She won't let go and it looks like she wants to suck the cum out of my cock. Moaning loudly I explode deep into her mouth. My toes curl into my shoes and I tilt my head back. With powerful convulsions I spray my seed into her throat. During the whole orgasm she keeps my cock in her mouth.

She looks at me as she takes it out of her mouth and she opens her mouth. A large amount of cum is visible and she swallows it without mercy. She wipes her mouth as she stands up. Her imposing figure she looks down at me. I'm still sitting in the same chair with my pants around my ankles and a half flaccid cock between my legs. I'm still enjoying the orgasm and trying to realize what happened in the last twenty minutes. With her hands crossed and with a stern look she says;

don't think you're done, little man. You are now my property. Take off your clothes and lie down on the floor

A second part is in the works and I am open to suggestions for what will take place next in the warm classroom. Feel free to send me a message or leave a comment. Of course I am also curious what you thought of it.

Thank you for reading.