Miss Nishida Motivates the Boys
 

I take no credit for it. I just really like it. Probably one of my favorites. It's from literotica.

Miss Nishida Motivates the Boys
byCharles Petersunnc

This story was inspired by films of Misa Nishida and Mirai. I apologize to persons who know Japanese much better than I. In any case, I hope you enjoy it, and please note, all characters in this story are at last eighteen years old.

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Miss Misa Nishida taught remedial English at Templeton College. She was happy to do so. She was actually happy to have any professorial employment. Faculty positions were not easy to come by.

But, she was beginning to question her skills. She had taught remedial English for three years now and very few of her students had improved to any significant degree. A number of the more senior faculty were even beginning to complain, as the graduates of her class wound up in their classes with writing skills that continued to be poor. If this was all they could do after taking Miss Nishida's class, then why bother to even offer her class? There was now open discussion of finding someone else to teach the course. If things continued the way they were going, there was no way Miss Nishida would get tenure.

She begged for one more chance. She was working on a new curriculum, new skills lessons, and she was hopeful that they might indeed work. She wanted, at least, just one more year to prove herself, to prove that she could do the job.

They did give her one more year, but if there was no sign of improvement they would let her go. She wouldn't even be given the consideration of possibly obtaining tenure, and if she was let go, there was little chance that she would be able to find employment elsewhere.

But, the fact was that she really didn't have any good ideas. There was no reason to think that her new skills training exercises would have any meaningful effect. She had revised her curriculum virtually every semester, and nothing seemed to work.

At one time she wondered if it was because her English was itself not without significant limitations. She did not speak perfect English. However, the class was concerned with writing skills, not with speaking skills. Her skills in paragraph composition, sentence structure, and thematic presentation were quite excellent.

But, she also had another potential flaw. She might in fact herself be a significant distraction to the students. All of her students were typically male, and she was a very attractive woman. She was Japanese, with very lovely, sparkling, and engaging brown eyes beneath large round spectacles, straight black hair, and quite rosy, dimpled cheeks. She was a petite woman, only 5' 1", but one with very, very large breasts, which were often quite evident as she preferred rather tight clothing. Miss Nishida's dress in fact rarely changed. She liked to wear white blouses, a black jacket, and tight black skirts a few inches above her knees, and black high heels. She felt she needed the heels, as otherwise she would appear even shorter and she wanted to command some authority and respect from the students. And, besides, she liked to display her shapely legs and taught buttocks, which high heels had a nice way of accentuating.

It was clear to her that the male students' eyes were often on her breasts, her legs, or, when walking past or writing on the chalkboard, her derriere. She would often catch their eyes staring at her bottom when she looked behind her, and she would have to scold them to pay attention. They always felt though that they were in fact paying very close attention.

In any case, thinking that she might in fact be the distraction, she dressed down one semester, wearing loose, bland, boring outfits that did little to nothing to make her appealing. It didn't work at all. There was virtually no improvement. If anything, grades slipped.

She was at a loss. She was out of ideas, and would soon be out of a job. She eventually decided to speak to Miss Harding.

Miss Harding taught biology and other science courses. She was also a finalist for Teacher of the Year due in large part to her success in biology. Many of her students were really doing well, much better than in previous years, and it wasn't simply a reflection of grade inflation (see "Miss Harding teachers the boys a lesson" and "The Chess Club," Chapter 9 of "The Lessons"). Her students were scoring well on graduate admissions biology exams, and certainly much higher than previous Templeton students. Miss Nishida was desperate to learn her secret.

She knocked politely on the door to Miss Harding's office. "Yes, yes, come in."

Miss Nishida stepped meekly into Miss Harding's office and briefly, lightly bowed. She would at times fall back on her Japanese customs and mannerisms, particularly when she was in new or difficult situations. "May I speak with you, Miss Harding?" "Yes, certainly Misa, and please, call me 'Pamela.'"

Misa bowed again, "Yes, supashi-bo, thank you, Pamela."

"How can I help you?"

Misa explained her situation, how hard she had tried, her many alternative lesson plans, and even her concern that the students were distracted by her appearance. Miss Harding could see why they would find her distracting. Misa was sitting across from her and her skirt was riding up high on her thighs. She continually had to pull down on the hem or it might even rise up to the top of her stockings. In addition, the buttons on her blouse were straining to be torn free. It was like she was wearing a blouse that was a size much too small, her breasts were pushing out so hard. With breasts that large, though, it might be difficult to find a good fit. Yet, amidst all that she had the most innocent face, with large, almond shaped eyes, sparkling behind her fragile spectacles. It was obvious to Miss Harding what she needed to do.

She spoke with command and authority. "Miss Nishida, you say that they find your appearance quite distracting."

"Yes, Miss Harding."

"And so you attempted to downplay, tone down, and even denigrate your appearance to try to offset your demonstrable effect on their interest and attention."

"Hai."

"All to no effect. If anything, their performance even worsened."

"Hai."

"Well, Miss Nishida, I would suggest you do the opposite."

"Excuse please?"

"There is a Shingon Buddhist principle, Miss Nishida, called shugenja." It felt somewhat odd to be explaining Zen philosophy to an oriental woman, but perhaps that was rather typecasting of her. "The principle of the shugenja dialectic is embracing the opposite. You overcome through acceptance rather than through opposition. Abuse is healed through forgiveness, not through condemnation."

Miss Nishida was only vaguely familiar with the teachings of Shingon philosophy, but she did understand the basic principle of embracing the opposite. She nodded her head as Miss Harding continued to explain her proposal.

"If it is your appearance that is distracting to them, rather than hide it, display it."

"Onegai? Please?"

"Use your appeal, your beauty, to your advantage. If it is you they want, then make yourself, your appearance, you, contingent on their performance."

"Intriguing, yes." Misa nodded. This was most interesting. She could do this. This could work. The more she thought about it, the more sense it made. That which is of most interest, most reinforcing, should be, would be, that which would motivate the boys to learn.

"If you have doubts about the appropriateness of your curriculum, I suggest that you also speak to Mr. Peters. He certainly has the full trust and faith of the President and the Board (e.g., see "The Lessons, Chapters 1, 4 &17"), and he is very open to innovative pedagogy. If he endorses your prospectus for the next semester, and I am confident he will, then I feel that you should feel reasonably comfortable in its implementation."

Miss Nishida had, of course, heard of Mr. Peters. He had considerable respect amongst the faculty, and quite a reputation for original, even ingenious, approaches to motivating students.

"In any case, I believe you should do what you feel is in your heart, what is necessary for the education, for the growth, of your students. What comes first is their education, and if we have the means of furthering their academic development, well, we should at least try."

"Yes, I am most grateful, Miss Harding, yes, thank you."

"Well, I do wish you the best of luck. Perhaps by this time next year, you will be a finalist for Teacher of the Year."

Just the thought of that possibility sent chills down Miss Nishida's spine. Imagine if that actually happened! She would be thrilled just to keep her job. Imagine if someday she even won Teacher of the Year. "You really think I could win, someday?"

"Miss Nishida, you are blessed with tremendous natural talents to influence, to motivate, to inspire, young men. I don't see how you could not be successful."

Miss Nishida gave Miss Harding's suggestion considerable thought. She was not entirely sure what Miss Harding was suggesting, but as she devised her plan it just seemed to all make sense, to fall into place. She at least felt that it was truer to her heritage, the principles of Shingon.

She worked up a detailed curriculum, which she then ran by Mr. Peters, as suggested by Miss Harding. Just as Miss Harding had suggested, Mr. Peters not only approved, he was fully enthusiastic. He hadn't seen anything as innovative as this in years. "Miss Nishida, your curriculum rivals The Program," an avante-garde manner of instruction recently implemented at Abberville, his previous employer. "If you find that you are having any difficulty, or meet with any resistance, please do not hesitate to contact me."

Miss Nishida was ecstatic, and she looked forward to the next semester with new hope, and considerable excitement.

Week One

A semester at Templeton consists of essentially 15 weeks of classes, with about three classes per week. The first class was confined to simply handing out the syllabus and explaining the curriculum. She went through the usual routine of the first day, talking about the required text, the reading assignments, the quizzes each week, the homework assignments, the tests, and the basis for the final grades. There were five boys in the class and, consistent with the past three years, they appeared to be much more interested in her breasts, legs, and bottom, than with the curriculum. Miss Nishida smiled to herself. She had in fact worn a particularly tight blouse and short, tight skirt on this first day of class. She wanted to generate as much motivation on the part of the students as she could.

When she had completed all that she would normally have covered that first day, she turned around and wrote the words, "Motivation, Work, Success, Reward," on the blackboard. She stepped back to allow the students to see what she wrote, and then erased it.

That was confusing, at least to those who were paying any attention.

"Hai, and what did I write? Anyone?"

Two of the students were paying attention and both remembered. Alex got his hand up first.

"Alex, very good. What was it?"

"Motivation, Work, Success, Reward."

"Hai, sore yo! Very good. I will be using new motivational tools this semester to encourage you to study harder, to pay more attention, to get better grades." She smiled with enthusiastic optimism, but they all just gave her a blank stare. Wouldn't you feel, or hope, that students would be enthusiastic about, or at least interested in, how their study habits and grades could be improved? The blankness of their stares was so disappointing. "Yes, well."

Miss Nishida then walked up to Alex, sitting in the traditional combination desk-chair. She smiled down at him. He looked up at her or, more accurately, at her breasts that now seemed to be towering over him. "Your correct answer to my question was success, Alex." She then leaned down and gave him a little kiss on the cheek. "And, that is the reward."

That caught everyone's attention, especially Alex. As her lips touched his cheek he flinched in shock. The other boys mouths fell open. Alex lightly felt his cheek as she walked back to the front of the class, her heels clicking across the floor, her bottom waving goodbye. The boys followed her every room. This was a most unpredictable and unusual teacher.

"Each week, on Friday, the student who performed the best during the previous week, who was most successful, will get award. Each week award will get better. I won't say in advance what award might be, but most of you will see it."

She definitely had the students attention now, although they didn't have much idea what she was talking about.

"Now, to be fair, there will be a few extra rules." She raised a finger to emphasize her points. "You can't be rewarded two weeks in row. Everyone must feel they have chance. And, boy with lowest performance each week is ineligible to view the award ceremony." It wasn't really clear why anyone would care about that, although it was kind of cool seeing Miss Nishida give Alex a kiss. "Are there any questions?"

David raised his hand.

"Yes, David?"

"Miss Nishida, what's the award?"

Teaching remedial English can be so frustrating. She smiled patiently though, not wanting to convey her frustration at his inattention. It was best to be patient, to be considerate and tolerant. "David, sorry, I won't say in advance what award will be."

"Yea, but if I don't know what the award will be, why would I work for it?"

"Each week award will improve. This week, I gave Alex first award. I don't believe I need to say anything else. Class dismissed."

The boys were understandably intrigued and mystified. But, Miss Nishida would not offer any further explanation.

Week Two

Through the rest of the first week and the first two days of the second week, she continued to dress as attractively, as revealingly, and at times as provocatively, as would be allowed for a Templeton professor. None of the boys, however, seemed to be taking her suggestion to heart. They were clearly paying much more attention to her cleavage, her nylons, her legs, her ankles, her bottom, her breasts, than to anything she was writing on the board or saying. Dressing down didn't seem to improve their grades, but dressing more provocatively did seem to provide an even greater distraction. She was concerned. Perhaps this new approach wasn't such a good idea after all.

In fact, when the following week's Friday did arrive, she had discovered that their performance was even lagging behind last year's students. Her supposed innovation was actually making matters worse. She was sorely disappointed. She even considered cancelling the entire plan. She stopped by Mr. Peters' office Friday morning and sought his advice, his guidance.

He reassured her. He told her to stick to the plan. Few great discoveries in pedagogy work smoothly right out of the gate. She must give it time to work, and she had hardly done that. Frankly, he wondered if she needed a motivational boost, which he would gladly provide.

She did not take him up on his offer, whatever it was. But, she did find their discussion helpful. She went to the class with renewed hope.

The students paid little attention to her lecture that day, their eyes again fixed on her bust, as well as waiting to hear who would win the award and, perhaps most importantly, what that award would be. She held that information until the last minutes of the class.

"Alright boys, I imagine you have been wondering who wins the award this week."

Most of them were indeed curious, but a couple could care less, particularly David.

Miss Nishida stood before the class, her breasts jutting out proudly as she herself read proudly from her class list. "Well, the best performance this week was put forth by Eddie. Omedito gozaimas!" She clapped her hands. A few of the boys joined in, albeit with considerably less enthusiasm.

Eddie hadn't actually worked that hard. He was just the brightest boy in the class, next to Alex, and naturally got the next highest grade (Alex didn't qualify, as he had won the award the previous week). Eddie could actually be an excellent student but he never applied himself. He devoted his time, his life, to computer games. It was unbelievable how much time he could waste. It was so frustrating to his parents. They repeatedly tried to get him out of his room, to at least do something outdoors, if he wasn't going to study, but he just kept his eyes glued to the computer, trying to conquer the barbarian civilizations.

Eddie grinned proudly over having won the award. He was quite surprised as he wasn't actually paying much attention to even the possibility of winning. He didn't really try to win.

"But, I must also announce, of course, the lowest marks this week. They were by David." This wasn't surprising either. He had paid the least amount of attention to her lectures throughout the week. Miss Nishida turned to David and gave a polite bow. "So sorry, David, but you can go now."

David shrugged with abject indifference. Frankly, it seemed to him that he actually just got the best reward. He gets to leave class early. He thought, 'These poor schmucks have to stick around and see the nerd get some stupid award.' "Okay, that's okay, Miss Nishida. Catch you later."

Miss Nishida waited as he slowly got up to leave. As he walked off she bowed politely again. "Sayonara. Sumimasen."

Once David had left the room she turned back to Eddie and smiled cheerfully. "Alright then, Eddie, please come up to front of class to get award?"

He gladly did so, although he stumbled somewhat getting up the aisle. He wasn't particularly dexterous. He came to the front of the class.

"Over here, Eddie." She turned sideways to the class, the profile of her prominent breasts drawing considerable attention. "Stand right in front of me."

This was now becoming very intriguing. Eddie could feel his heart rate accelerating and palms sweating as he stepped up to Miss Nishida. She was such a hot looking teacher. As he approached her breasts just seemed to get bigger and bigger and bigger. He stopped about a foot away, which was pretty awfully close.

"No, no, Eddie, stand right up against me."

"Excuse me?"

"I want your chest to touch mine."

Which meant that his chest would touch her tits? She couldn't be serious, but that was certainly, quite clearly, what she was saying, wasn't it? He tentatively stepped forward until his chest lightly, very lightly, just barely, touched the tips of her breasts through her blouse. He swallowed. The room was deadly silent.

"Now, kiss me, Eddie."

A bit of murmuring in the class could be heard, and a bit of shifting in chairs.

"Kiss you, Miss Nishida?"

"Yes, Eddie, that is your award. It has been my impression that you do find me attractive, at least a bit, don't you?"

Eddie wasn't sure what to say. The answer was, of course, 'yes,' but it was a little embarrassing to acknowledge this in front of the other guys, even though they found her equally attractive. What boy in this class didn't find this short, pretty teacher with the giant jugs attractive?

"I have noticed you admiring me." Quite a bit of shifting in chairs could now be heard. Eddie turned his eyes away from Miss Nishida in embarrassment, looking down, but in doing so he was looking right into those lusciously huge melons, straining the constraints of her blouse. In fact, he could even see a bit through the silk of her blouse, and she was wearing a very colorful lace brassiere. His dick started swelling in his slacks. "Haven't you ever had the thought, the fantasy, of kissing teacher?"

He had considerably more significant fantasies than just kissing her, but it was very awkward, to say the least, to admit to any such fantasy to her face, and, even worse, in front of his fellow students. What boy wants to tell his teacher that he would like to kiss her in front of the other students? He in fact remembered as a boy once telling a teacher that he liked her as he handed her a present his mother had bought for him, telling him that her teacher would like it very much, but when he presented it to her everybody just started laughing. Even the teacher seemed to be more amused than flattered.

"Eddie, I have only few minutes left for kiss. The bell for end of class will ring soon." She smiled sweetly and reached out with her hand to lightly touch his arm, trying to encourage him to make his move.

He leaned forward, a bit, into her breasts, feeling them beginning to press against his chest. He so hoped that his erection was not obvious. Thank goodness he was wearing briefs.

Miss Nishida though felt he was still moving too slowly, too tentatively. There was in fact little time left. She stepped forward, wrapped her arms around his shoulders, and crushed his body against hers, crushing her full breasts deep into his chest, and planted her lips squarely on his.

His eyes opened wide in shock, as did the eyes of every boy in class. The lovely, the beautiful, the hot Miss Nishida was actually kissing a student right on the lips? Right in front of the class? And, this was no friendly, sister kiss. This was a real sensual, hot, steamy kiss. Miss Nishida was squirming her lips all around on Eddie's mouth. The room was filled with squishy, slurpy sounds of a sloppy, sexy smooch.

Miss Nishida even stuck her tongue out, at first to lightly lick his lips, and, when he opened his lips, she entered his mouth and licked and lapped his tongue with hers.

Eddie remained shocked, but also deeply, intensely thrilled. He forgot all about his erection and was simply lost in the pleasure, the delight, of this incredibly hot kiss.

He returned the favor and slipped his tongue into her mouth, and she grasped his tongue with her lips, sucking loudly on his tongue like it was his cock, bringing shocked gasps from the boys in the class.

RRRRRRRNNNNNNNGGGGGGGG!

The bell rang for the end of the class. She broke the kiss and stepped back. Eddie was trembling, his heart racing. He quickly turned away from the class, hiding his confusion, but most importantly, his erection, from the other boys.

Miss Nishida turned to the students, her lips and chin wet with moisture. "Yes, very good, now before you run off." Normally they did run off when the bell rang, even if she was in mid-sentence. This time they sat there dumfounded, wondering, hoping, if there was perhaps more to this show.

Out of the sight of the other students Miss Nishida slipped her left hand over to the front of Eddie's pants, lightly stroking his erection with her fingers as she spoke to the rest of the boys. "Next week, new award, better than this one. Boy who performs best wins. Boy who does worst misses award presentation. Very simple." She turned half way to Eddie and firmly grasped his bulging cock with her left hand as she placed her other on his shoulder in reassuring sympathy. "And, to be fair, you can't win next week, hai?" She smiled sweetly at him as she squeezed his cock. "Not fair to win every week, ina?"

Eddie smiled back in pleasure and appreciation. "Yes," he admitted, feeling that he had already received a plenty good, plenty nice, award.

She turned back to the students. "Very good. Class dismissed!"

The boys rushed out. Miss Nishida let go of Eddie's cock and went to the blackboard to erase her lecture notes. Eddie stayed where he was for awhile, at least until the other three boys had passed by, and then returned to his desk to get his books. He covered his crotch as he left the room but, as he got to the door he turned back and said. "Thanks, Miss Nishida."

She turned to him and smiled, bowed, and replied, "Do itashimashte!" He had no idea what she said, but it sure sounded nice.

Week Three

There was now a noticeable response to her curriculum. The students were busily writing down everything she said. They were not particularly good at taking notes but they were at least now making an effort.

Even David worked harder. He couldn't believe what he was hearing when Michael told him what the award had been. Michael had to be joshing him. There was simply no way a professor would kiss a student in a class, at least like the way he was describing it. But, he sure as heck didn't want to miss out again. He knew that he could never do so well as to win the award, but he did now at least want to see it.

Miss Nishida was so very pleased when the Friday of the third week arrived. The students' work was much improved. They still had a lot of ground to make up, but there was now definite progress.

After she had completed her lecture for that day she picked up her notebook, turned to face the students, and announced, "Yes, well, who gets award this week?" She slowly opened the notebook, enjoying the silent expectancy, the large eyes of the students. She pretended to be studying her notes, as if she was still trying to figure it out. "Ah, yes," she exclaimed, nodding her head, "Michael Anthony."

Michael grinned broadly. They were all a bit surprised. Michael was not among the most brightest students in the class, but it was clear that he had applied himself, vigorously so. They were all rather jealous, particularly Alex. But, he would try doubly hard to get back there again next week.

Miss Nishida turned her eyes again back to the book. "And, the boy who must go." She raised her head back up, a mischievous smile on her face. "The boy voted off class." She grinned at her own joke, but it didn't get much of any laugh. It wasn't that funny and none really wanted to be voted off. She looked back down and frowned. She did hate to say it, but it was true. "David Lee."

"Oh man!" he groaned. He had really tried hard. How could that be?

Miss Nishida stepped back so that he could get past and leave the room. As he glumly walked by she said, "So sorry. Gambette kudasai! Study hard, you can do it."

"Yes, ma'am," he said, as he took another walk of shame.

Once he left the room she called on Michael to come up to the front of the room to claim his award. Michael proudly strode to the front of the class.

"Michael, you ready for award?"

"Yes, ma'am," he replied, wondering what it might be.

Miss Nishida had Michael stand in front of the class, facing his fellow students. She smiled at him as she slowly circled around behind him. He turned his head to follow her path, but she admonished him. "You must keep eyes facing front. No turning head."

"Yes, ma'am."

She got right behind him, and paused.

He stood nervously, wondering what she was doing, or might do, his eyes glancing left and right, but he could not see her. He smiled nervously, noticing the grins of the students sitting in their desks before him. He flinched when he felt the fingers of her left hand lightly touch his left arm.

She spoke reassuringly, "Don't be nervous sei." She slowly slid the fingers of her hand up and down his left arm, and then did the same up and down his right arm. Despite her reassurance, Michael was notably nervous, shifting his feet, even trembling a bit.

Miss Nishida pressed her breasts into his back.

Michael stepped forward, to give her more room. "No, no, sei. Do not move." She stepped up to him again, and pressed her breasts deeply into his back.

The students could not see what she was doing, but they could tell from the expression on Michael's face that she must be doing something nice.

Miss Nishida softly, subtly, caressed his back with her breasts.

Michael closed his eyes. He had so often admired his teacher's big boobs. They were so large, so full, and now she was actually pushing them into his back, massaging the muscles of his back with soft, luscious boobs. It was confined largely to his middle and lower back, as she was so short, but that did not diminish the pleasure in any way. Michael recalled how at times a girl would inadvertently press her breasts against his back as she reached around him to get something or point something out. He often wondered if girls realized how sensual that felt, how good it felt, how sexual it seemed. Well, it was clearly sexual now. Even teachers would at times do it. leaning over his shoulder as he was working on a problem, pressing their breasts into his shoulder. Wouldn't she know how much he would love to touch, to feel, her breasts? And now she was actually sticking them right into him. Miss Nishida was doing this quite obviously, and intentionally, sensual. He would love to turn around and grab them, but he knew he couldn't, shouldn't. This, however, was still quite a substantially fine alternative to actually fondling them. Not too many teachers will dance their breasts along your back.

Miss Nishida even reached around him, under his arms, to touch, to caress, to fondle, his chest. He quickly clenched his pecs so that she would feel as much muscle as possible.

"Relax, Michael," she whispered into his ear. "Just relax and enjoy."

He did as she suggested, relaxing his chest muscles, while another 'muscle' began to grow in his slacks. He quickly clasped his hands in a quite obvious place, hoping nobody would know his intention or, worse yet, see what he was trying to hide.

The boys squirmed in their seats as they watched Miss Nishida's hands move slowly along Michael's chest, softly caressing, at times squeezing, his young muscles, his taught, tight body. She then brought her hands down to his waist, lightly running her fingers along his abdomen, just above where his own hands were clasped. Everyone watched and wondered, would she actually reach farther down? Would she really do that? Not to a student, and certainly not in front of everyone.

She didn't. She instead brought her hands back around his waist, behind him, to his behind, and softly caressed the cheeks of his butt through his slacks, while still pressing her breasts into his back, now even harder. She circled her fingers around and around his buttocks while at the same time circling her breasts around and around on his back. A boy's bottom did feel so nice, so tight, so firm, yet like any bottom soft and pliable as well. She leaned her head into his shoulder and lightly kissed him, whispering, "Osorenai you ni." He didn't understand what she was saying. It was Japanese, but it sounded so sensual.

A couple of the boys did notice a bulge in Michael's slacks, despite his efforts to keep it hidden, but they didn't begrudge him for that. They were themselves growing within their own slacks, wishing so much that it was they who was up there, vowing to study even harder next week as their cocks grew harder.

Miss Nishida slowly moved around Michael, around his right, slowly moving from his back to his side, all the while continuing to run her hands along his body, his back, his shoulder, his side, his chest, as she worked her way around him, keeping at all times her full, large, soft breasts pressing against him, from his back to his side, and finally to his chest.

She pressed her body against him and softly, slowly, but firmly, rubbed her tits into his chest. She reached down, unclasped his hands, and moved them aside. She wanted him to experience the full effect, as well as experience herself the full effect, to feel his hard erection pressing against her, against her pelvis, as she pressed and circled her hips around and around against his stiff, hard, young cock. She even reached around him, reaching down to grab his butt, firmly grasping his cheeks in her hands, squeezing them tightly as she pulled him to her, working his stiffness with her pelvis. It wasn't a lap dance, as he was standing up. It was more like chikan, a form of frotteurism all too common in Japanese subways and buses, but this was with mutual consent, and it was being performed by a woman on a man, much to his delight.

The boys in the class could not see everything, but what they did see was pretty outstanding. They saw their teacher's butt, clad in her tight business skirt, writhing and squirming against Michael's crotch. It was plenty erotic enough just to see this taught teacher's tush, tightly tied in her short, business skirt. It was pretty darn striking to see it working like a burlesque stripper, grinding on the classroom stage.

She pulled away from Michael, both of them a little breathless. The boys were frozen in their seats. Miss Nishida turned around to face them, hiding Michael's erection with her body, and making sure that they didn't see it by stepping back, pressing her bottom into his stiff hardness.

Michael looked down at the sight of his teacher's snug, firm butt, his protruding dick nestled amongst her cheeks. She reached behind her and grasped his hips, pulling his dick hard against her fanny. She circled her bottom around and around, smiling at her students' shocked expressions. Michael knew that if she kept this up much longer he would cum in his pants, and that would indeed be difficult to hide. But, it was really much too much fun, much too much good. He started to lightly, hump her bottom, dry humping the teacher's bottom right in front of the class.

RRRRRRRNNNNNNNGGGGGGGG!

Fortunately, or unfortunately, he wasn't entirely sure which, the bell rang.

"Ah, yes," Miss Nishida announced, as if nothing unusual was happening, "Class dismissed. Be sure to study hard."

The boys got up slowly from their desks, feeling a little stunned. They really didn't know what to think, although they knew full well that they would indeed study hard, hiding their hardness as they left the room. Miss Nishida bowed to each as they passed by, pressing her bottom back into Michael's cock. Once they all had left she turned around and gave him a peck on the cheek and a squeeze to his cock. "You study too, Michael. It's important to always study hard." He nodded. It sure paid off this past week.

Week Four

The boys were beginning to apply themselves, even David. They were at least doing some studying which, for them, was a pretty big sacrifice. Studying was so, so monotonous: reading boring things over and over, trying to memorize stuff, trying to figure things out that made no sense. It was a terrible struggle, but when they felt like quitting they thought of the pretty Miss Nishida in her tight skirt, grinding her bottom into Michael's crotch. They didn't actually accomplish a lot in their studies, as they were not particularly competent at studying, but it was still better than it had been, better than nothing, which is what it had been before.

It wasn't all that easy though paying attention to what Miss Nishida was saying in class the next week, as she continued to dress in a very enticing manner. On Wednesday she was even wearing a miniskirt, allowing the boys to see all the way to the top of her thigh high nylons. She actually had to change into her skirt in the women's room just down the hall from her class. It was really too risky to wear such a short skirt on campus. She sorely doubted that other faculty would approve of such scanty dress on the part of a professor. She had recently seen a student wearing a comparably short blue plaid skirt, and she had gotten a spanking for it (see "Just a little peek").

She did certainly draw a lot of glances as she quickly strode to her class from the lavatory, her high heels clicking along the hallway floor. But, she felt that it was important to keep the boys' motivation up, to keep the sight of the prize out there in front of them, reminding them what they were working for.

She even purposely bent over a few times, letting them see the skirt rise up her thighs, her perky bottom poking out, itself tightly wrapped in very colorful panties. She liked highly colorful undies. On the day she wore the miniskirt she was wearing sheer light violet panties, trimmed with darker lace that complemented the pink and rose flowers that were embroidered across her bottom. She knew the boys would like seeing the flowers. She managed to keep dropping the chalk as she wrote on the board. "Oh my, so sorry," she would softly exclaim, looking quite apologetic, and then acting very embarrassed as she had to bend over, fully from the waist, her bottom rising before the class, to pick up the chalk, her short skirt actually rising well up her bottom, the pink and rose flowers coming into full bloom within the light of the class, the pouch of her cunny so very nicely displayed, peeking out between her thighs. Sometimes she even hesitated, paused, before she picked up the chalk, looking back at the boys in the class, all staring at her bottom and cunnie. She would smile sweetly at them, pick up the chalk, stand back up, and then pull down and straighten her skirt, and apologize. "Shitsurei shimasu. This skirt, I think much too small for me," and then resume her lecture, as if nothing unusual had happened at all.

When Friday arrived the boys were all very curious about who would be the winner. They all felt, with the exception of Michael, that they had a chance, even David. 'Somebody has to win, it might as well be me,' David thought. They all felt that they had made a reasonable effort. Actually, they all felt that they had made a great effort, although they could actually do much better. Nevertheless, it was enough effort that it was clear that their grades were improving. Only Michael's scores were poor that week. He knew that he couldn't win the award this week so there was little motivation for him to do the work. He would try again the following week.

When Miss Nishida finished her lecture for the day, she took her usual place in front of the class to make the announcement. She opened up her notebook, studied the figures, and announced, "This week's winner, is Alex." She looked up from her notebook, smiling, "Alex is lucky boy who wins again! Shuugi!"

Everyone but Alex groaned. It didn't seem fair that he got to win again. He hadn't actually won very much the first time, but they realized that he probably won this time just because he was smarter than the rest of them. They now fully appreciated the rule that he couldn't win next week. However, they knew he could perhaps win half the time. They vowed to work harder. They sure as heck didn't want him to get half the awards.

"And, the boy who gets to leave class early?" She hesitated for effect. "Michael."

"Alright!" cheered David. It was finally not him, although he was perhaps just lucky that Michael had worked so little, knowing that he couldn't win.

Michael now appreciated the rule that the lowest scoring boy had to leave the room. He couldn't win, but he sure as heck wanted to at least be able to watch. He vowed to work hard in any future week for which he wasn't eligible for the award. He glumly got up from his desk and walked out, scowling at the large grin on David's face.

"Okay, Alex, come up to the front to get award?" Alex came up to the front of the class, a very large grin on his face. He didn't know what the award would be, but given what he had seen the prior two weeks, it would surely be more than a peck on the cheek.

"Alex, you have any younger brother or sister?"

"Yes, Miss Nishida, two younger sisters."

"And what does your okaasan, your mother, do, Alex, when they misbehave?"

"Well, they get sent to their rooms, or they might be grounded for awhile."

"She doesn't spank them?" "Well, actually, yes, she has, particularly when they were younger." Alex's hands were sweating. He was wondering if she was going to spank him. Frankly, he knew that he would enjoy being spanked by a sexy woman, and sexy was certainly Miss Nishida. But, he wasn't so sure he wanted to be spanked in front of the class. That would hardly seem like an award.

"Did she ever spank you?"

Yes, this was going to be rather embarrassing. If this is what he got for all the studying, he was now done. "Yes, she did, when I was young."

"Did it ever excite you?"

"No, no, not really." He had to be honest. It hadn't. It might now. His mother was actually quite hot. But, obviously, that would be quite weird, to say the least. It would be hot to be spanked by Miss Nishida, in the privacy of her home, her not wearing any clothes, while she jerked him off. It wouldn't be that way though if she spanked him in class.

He could hear some of the boys chuckling. They were being very quiet, but he could still hear them. It was very amusing for them to realize that all of Alex's studying was only going to get him a spanking. They were now quite glad that they had in fact lost.

"Would it excite you now?"

This was really quite painful. He confessed, even more quietly, he hoped, "Yes, maybe."

That drew quite loud guffaws from the class and Miss Nishida scolded, "Mugon! Anone!" as she slapped her hand forcefully on her desk, quickly silencing them. Alex wondered if this was how she was going to paddle him.

"Would it excite you to spank your pretty, sexy mummy?" That he had not ever really thought about. Well, that wasn't really entirely true. He had thought of his mother, sexually, in an innocent sort of way, when he would see her walking from her bath to her bedroom, covering herself only in a towel, or when she was dressing for a formal night out, leaving her bedroom door open, allowing him to see her only in a brassiere and panties. But, he hadn't actually thought specifically about spanking her. He wondered if he would prefer spanking her or being spanked by her. Never really a question he had pondered before, but the situation was generating some rather odd thoughts.

Miss Nishida did not force him to answer. She knew that it could be a difficult question for a young man, and she didn't really want to put him on the spot. This was to be his reward, not his moment of public embarrassment. She went over to stand in front of her desk, providing a more exaggerated wiggle to her walk than she normally offered, knowing that their eyes would be on her bottom. Bottoms must be on Alex's mind at the moment, and hers was a very nicely shaped one, and well wrapped at that by her tight, business skirt. She asked, "Have you ever spanked a teacher before?"

Whoa! "No, ma'am, no, I haven't." It was a rather large understatement.

"Have you ever wanted to?"

Now, that was a much easier question. Much easier than when the question concerned his mother. "Yes, ma'am, um, I have." The other boys were very grateful for that answer. All of them had fantasies of spanking a teacher. They each searched their memories, recalling the various teachers they would have liked to have spanked. There were some they wanted to spank for reasons of vengeance and anger, but there were also some for which it was combined with a considerable amount of eroticism, and even one or two for which it was totally sexual: the really cute, sweet ones with the tiny, perky tushes.

You are subservient to your teacher. You must sit there like a little boy while she instructs, scolds, rewards, and punishes. You couldn't even speak unless she gave you permission. Imagine then being in such a position of power, to turn the tables on her so completely, so fundamentally. She would be so embarrassed. No, she would be humiliated, mortified, as she had to bend over her desk, or over your lap, while you lifted up her skirt to spank her womanly sweet bottom.

Miss Nishida turned her back to Alex, and to the other students in the class. She slowly bent over her desk and thrust her bottom out toward the class. She turned her head, her face, back to Alex, and said, invitingly, "C'mon, Alex, spank me. Spank your teacher."

Alex could feel a surge of blood flowing into his loins, his balls coming alive, as he strode up to Miss Nishida, bowed submissively over her desk. Her skirt was always tight, but it was stretched now even further with her bending over the desk, grasping, clutching every curve of her perky fanny, outlining the distinct shape of her panties.

She gave him a little wave with her bum. "I do need a spanking, Alex. I have been a very bad teacher this week, letting all you little boys see my panties and everything, during class. Don't you think I was being a very naughty teacher?"

His cock twitched in his slacks. "Yes, ma'am," he quietly replied. He stared at his teacher's bottom. It was so charming, so bewitching.

"Don't spank me too hard, Alex. You wouldn't want to hurt my bottom, would you?"

He wasn't sure if she was being seductive or honest. Perhaps both. He had no intention though of actually hurting her. It would just be a playful spanking. He reached back with his hand and began patting her bottom, his cock swelling in his pants as he did so.

Pat. Pat. Pat. Pat. Pat. Pat. Pat. Pat. Pat.

It was indeed good fun. Just touching Miss Nishida's bottom would be an intense delight and he was doing quite a bit more, patting away at her fanny, feeling her softness, her pliancy, and her submission, bending over before him as he made her bottom wiggle and jiggle through her skirt.

Pat. Pat. Pat. Pat. Pat. Pat. Pat. Pat. Pat.

Miss Nishida giggled at the spanking, if you could call it a spanking. She knew though that it must be a delicious sight for the students, even if it didn't amount to much of a paddling, having the teacher present herself this way, submitting to such a thing in front of the class. David in particular was so much enjoying it. He had an inkling of what he had been missing, and now he knew. He vowed to be back here again next week. He may never win, but he sure wanted to at least be a witness to the one who did. He even felt a bit sorry for Michael.

Pat. Pat. Pat. Pat. Pat. Pat. Pat. Pat. Pat.

Miss Nishida indulged Alex this way for awhile, but she knew that there were only a few minutes remaining in the class. She turned her head back to him again and said, "Alex, I want you to spank me harder, like a real spanking."

His cock was fully engorged, straining in his pants. He knew that it wanted to obey his teacher. "Okay, if you say so, ma'am."

"And, Alex," she added, her voice quieter, "Lift up my skirt so that you can spank me right on my panties."

That did the trick. His cock surged in his slacks. He stepped in closer and reached for her skirt, the tight skirt of his teacher. All of the boys had to admit to having this fantasy, to some day, some how, be able to lift up the skirt of a pretty teacher, revealing to your eyes what she looked like underneath, what her underwear, her panties, looked like. His hands even seemed to be trembling a bit as he drew up her skirt, passed her thigh high nylons, passed her lily white thighs, and then, much to the fascination of Alex, and the boys, passed her bottom.

Miss Nishida was wearing green low rise panties, with little pink Tinker Bells flying all around, each one set against a bright yellow sun. It was quite a contrast with her black business skirt and beige nylons. However, her upraised pantied bottom was well tailored by her high heels. It was as if she was standing on tip toe, perching her bottom high up in the air. A woman's bottom looks so lovely when she is so bent over like that, so big and round, a lovely spherical orb, an enchantingly colorful pumpkin.

"Don't you like my panties, Alex?" she asked demurely, an exaggerated pout on her face. "I wore them special today because I knew I was going to get a spanking." She again waved her bottom. Everybody in the class was now rock hard. These were not the panties they would have expected a teacher to wear but, then again, they didn't actually have much experience seeing the panties a teacher might wear.

"Now, you give me a good spanking, but don't hurt Tinker Bell too much. She doesn't like to being spanked."

Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.

Alex began to more forcefully paddle her bottom. It still wasn't real hard, but it was at least more than patting.

Her fanny now shook and shaked, and she exaggerated her discomfort, her shame, by prancing and dancing her bottom in the air, like she was getting a really severe smacking. "Oh my, oh my, Alex! Such a hard spanking! You're so mean to spank your teacher this way. Oh no, oh my!"

Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.

This was a good fun spanking, for all of them. Many of the boys were reaching down into their slacks. It was a bit risky. None of them wanted to get caught playing with themselves. Who would want to get caught playing with oneself during class? Not that anyone wouldn't understand, but, still, no boy likes to get caught masturbating by another boy.

Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack

"You're such a meany, Alex. Must you spank me so hard! Oh my, this is so embarrassing. I'm your teacher and everything!"

Alex very much wanted to play with himself as he spanked Miss Nishida. She wasn't looking back at him anymore. She wouldn't see it, but there was no way it would go unnoticed by the other boys in the class.

Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.

"If you keep this up, Alex, I'm going to tell your mother!" She looked back at him now, a petulant, pouting expression on her face, although her thoughts were actually quite pleased and proud. She could see the stiffness in his trousers. "She'll give you a spanking too, you know. And, maybe I'll even get to watch."

Smack!

"Ouch! Too hard! Too hard!"

Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.

Miss Nishida's panties were beginning to ride up a bit, revealing more and more of her cheeks, which were turning quite pink. Alex concentrated on the parts that were becoming exposed, allowing himself direct contact with at least some of the bare ass cheeks of his teacher's bottom.

Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.

Miss Nishida continued to feign protest. "If you don't stop, I'll spank you myself, right in front of the class. I'll pull your pants down. Maybe even your undies!"

Smack!

Alex grinned at the thought, as it made him think of pulling her panties down. He would not, of course, do so without her permission. He would not push his luck. This was a treat that you didn't want to risk losing.

Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.

"Then I'll see your penis, Alex." She said more softly as he continued to paddle her. "I bet it will be a big one, Alex, won't it. A really big penis that got all hard and stiff from spanking me."

RRRRRRRNNNNNNNGGGGGGGG!

Alex dutifully stopped and Miss Nishida pushed herself back off the desk. She turned to the class, her hands behind her on her behind, rubbing it softly. It didn't really hurt, not much at least. Her cheeks did feel awfully tingly, but it was a nice tingly. Alex was much more flustered and confused than Miss Nishida was spanked. He moved in behind her, in part to enjoy the sight of her rubbing her bottom, particularly as she was doing it with her skirt raised up from behind, but also to hide his stiffness from the rest of the class. She modestly pulled her skirt back down over her bright green Tinker Bell panties.

"Alright, boys, class dismissed! And, remember, yoku benkyou shinakereba ikemasen yo! You must study hard!"

Week Five

The boys were now really trying to apply themselves. Michael was certainly back on track. Alex could have brushed this week aside but he saw what happened to Michael the previous week. Phillip even asked Miss Nishida for some extra reading.

At the end of the week the boys fell silent as they waited for the word. Miss Nishida stood in her spot in the front of the room. She had her notepad, but at first she just held it behind her, turning her shoulders left and right, rocking them back and forth, suggestively waving her full, meaty breasts at the class. She watched the eyes of the students follow their movement. It was like they were at a ping pong match, their eyes going back and forth. She wondered if she could hypnotize a boy this way. They were certainly entranced at the movement.

She brought the notepad out from behind her, opened it, and without further hesitation said, "The highest achieving boy this week was Phillip! Shuugi! And, the boy who must leave us is." She hesitated here. She did feel bad for him. "David."

"Oh man, not again!" He thought he had gotten over the hump. He had really worked hard. It must have been harder than anyone else. They just didn't have to work as hard to stay ahead of him. "This really isn't fair," he grumbled.

"I'm so sorry, David," Miss Nishida said as he departed from the room. "Mainichi benkyou suru hou ga ii desu. You must study every day. You will get better. I promise."

"Yea, right," he said, as he left the room.

Everyone felt bad for him. Nobody wanted to take his place, but they appreciated how frustrating and disappointing it must be for him.

Still, their minds quickly shifted to a more positive, pleasing topic, the boy who had won. They were frankly surprised at that, but Alex and Michael knew how hard Phillip had worked. He deserved it, whatever it might be. Miss Nishida called him to the front of the class.

He stood before her. A bulge developing simply out of anticipation. She smiled flirtatiously at him as he waited for his award, swaying her breasts side to side, her eyes sparkling beneath her spectacles, the dimples on her cheeks so pretty when she smiled. "Would you like your award, Phillip?"

"Oh yes, ma'am, definitely." He licked his lips.

She slowly removed her jacket and carefully laid it on her desk. She then returned to her position, standing directly in front of Phillip. "Your award is that you can play with my breasts until the bell rings, but only outside blouse, and only my breasts. Understood?"

Phillip's cock instantly swelled to full erection, perhaps just at the sound of her describing the offer, let alone thinking about it, let alone actually doing it. And, the cocks of all of the boys grew as well, their eyes fixed on Phillip's prize, the jutting, full breasts of Miss Nishida. This was a grand prize indeed. This was a mother lode of a prize. What boy in this class had not dreamed before of touching Miss Nishida's breasts, and Phillip was actually going to get to do it! Boy, were they going to study hard next week, more than they had ever imagined they could!

"Are you serious?" Phillip really couldn't believe it.

Phillip hesitated, as had Michael and Alex. She was again surprised by their timidity. There was only a limited amount of time. Why don't these boys just get started? She reached out and grasped each of his hands, and crushed his palms into her full, soft breasts.

"Oh my gosh!" "Man!" "No way!" the boys in the class loudly exclaimed.

Miss Nishida let go of Phillip's hands, turned part way to the boys, Phillip's hands remaining firmly placed on his teacher's breasts as she turned, not really doing anything but certainly not about to let go. "Yame!" She warned them. "You must behave and remain quiet. No disturbance."

They understood her meaning. Loud noise could attract curiosity from the hall. None of them was about to do anything that might jeopardize the award ceremony. They quickly quieted down and, like good boys in any class, remained quiet and respectful as they watched their fellow student grabbing onto Miss Nishida's big boobs.

She turned her attention and breasts back fully to Phillip, his hands following the movement of her breasts. She smiled at him. "Now, don't just hold onto them, Phillip. Play with them."

Phillip felt he might in fact need to hold onto them to prevent himself from falling down, his legs felt so weak and trembling with excitement, with nervousness and arousal. But, there was clearly much more that he wanted to do. He first just squeezed them.

Miss Nishida gasped with his squeeze, bringing another swelling to Phillip's cock. He was not wearing briefs, and his erection was really very obvious to everyone in class. Eddie nudged Alex, pointing it out. It was kind of amusing to see another boy with an obvious boner, particularly while standing at the front of the class. But, still, there was something much more enjoyable to look at. In any case, Eddie decided to wear pretty tight underwear for the next Fridays to come.

Phillip began to explore Miss Nishida's breasts, squeezing here, fondling there, lifting, holding, cradling. It might not seem to be that intensely fun to someone with more experience than Phillip, to an adult who had fondled many a breast in his life. Well, perhaps it still would be, as these breasts were so lusciously large, had been so tempting for so long, and they were the breasts of his pretty teacher, Miss Nishida. He knew he could do this for hours. It was a shame that it was only a few minutes.

She gave him a little smile, her large oval eyes sparkling behind her glasses. She had forgotten how a young man's hands can feel on your breasts, so eager, so happy, so desiring. She thrust her chest out in encouragement, although perhaps most encouraging for him were her nipples stiffening beneath his touch. She made sure to wear a soft cotton brassiere that day. She didn't want to chafe. Plus, she figured that a little extra layer of softness would be nice for the boy.

He concentrated for awhile on her nipples, squeezing them, pinching them, and even trying to flick them with his fingers through her blouse. It would be so nice, so terribly nice, to be able to reach beneath her bouse, to actually feel them bare breast naked. Perhaps that would be a future prize? Miss Nishida whimpered with pleasure as she felt the boy play with her nipples.

He even got quite playful for a moment, placing one hand beneath each breast and bobbing them up and down like he was juggling balls or, perhaps more accurately, big water balloons. Miss Nishida's boobs were quite a load to bounce and bobble. Despite being well supported by her brassiere, they clearly jiggled and shook, as her mother used to say when reading him the Christmas poem, "They shook, like a bowlful of jelly."

It was perhaps a bit disrespectful of the teacher. Not too many teachers will be particularly happy if you bobble their boobs, particularly in front of and to the delight of the other students in the class, but Miss Nishida didn't mind. This was the award she promised. He could do anything he wanted with her breasts and, besides, it was all in good fun. If it entertained the other boys in the class, all the better, as it would only motivate them to work harder.

Phillip then returned to a more sexual handling, fondling, and squeezing. Miss Nishida again sighed with pleasure. His hands were so tender, so affectionate, so innocent. He could feel her breasts rising and falling with her breaths. He leaned his face in closer, and she reached out and pulled him the rest of the way, so that he could bury his face in the security, the warmth, the lusciousness of her deep, full breasts.

His hands fell to his sides as his face was smothered in her pillows. It was an odd feeling, as if he was being embraced within the bosom of a mother, although not a mother, his teacher, his teacher with very motherly, womanly, nurturing breasts. He breathed in deeply the lovely scent of her perfume, and reached back up with his hands and clasped each breast again, pressing them more deeply, heavily, into his face. Miss Nishida, in turn, reached down and clasped her hand around the bulb of his cock that was notably sticking out the front of his slacks.

Gasps could be heard among the boys in the class. When had any one of them ever seen a teacher grab a boy's hard cock? The answer was obvious. None of them had ever imagined that remedial English would be this good. Eddie and Alex reached down and grabbed hold of their own cocks, in kinship with Phillip. They no longer had any thought of laughing at his erection. On the contrary, they were gaining considerable satisfaction themselves through their vicarious gratification, watching Miss Nishida fondle the bulb of Phillip's cock as they fondled their own.

BRRRRRRRNNNNNNNGGGGGGGG!

Miss Nishida gently pushed Phillip away, patting his shoulder in sympathy, knowing how much he wanted to continue. But, education is on a strict schedule, and it was time for them to go to their next class, to hopefully learn as much as they were learning from Miss Nishida. But, not likely so. "Alright students, class dismissed."

They got up awkwardly from their desks, bending over somewhat, their books held close to their crotches. Miss Nishida grinned. It was very cute seeing the boys trying to hide their stiffies as they left the room, and it was inspirational. She felt so happy, so proud. She could see that she was turning it around. She was becoming a very successful teacher. She smiled and politely bowed, saying "sayonara" as each one passed.

Week Six

There was no class on the sixth week. It was a semester break. The boys were sorely disappointed, which is really music to a teacher's ears. If there was ever a sign that her system was working that was it. How many students complain about taking a vacation from classes?

David in fact took the time to stop by Miss Nishida's office, seeking advice, assistance. He didn't want to be the loser every week. He knew that he wasn't likely to ever get an award, but he at least wanted to see what happened. Plus, it was just simply embarrassing, having to repeatedly take the walk of shame. It was such a public humiliation.

Miss Nishida was quite sympathetic. She was not about to cheat on his behalf, provide him points he did not deserve, but it was entirely consistent with her duties, her responsibilities, her charge as a professor to help a student in need, to provide extra attention and guidance, to help the student improve. She spent a number of hours with him during the vacation time, going over lecture notes in more detail, helping him to appreciate the central points, and the fine points.

Miss Nishida also met with Mr. Peters. She was so excited about the considerable progress the students were making. And, he gave her some very useful advice. He encouraged her to keep a good record of the nature of the exercises and their effects on students' grades. This degree of documentation will go far when she writes up the results for publication.

She couldn't believe it. Publication? Last semester she was worrying if she was going to be employed, and now Mr. Peters was suggesting that she would even be able to publish a treatise on her new, innovative teaching methods. She couldn't wait for the next week, to get back to class and track their further progress.

Week Seven

Her students were raring to go when they returned from vacation. They had hit the books hard, some even so during vacation, much to the surprise and delight of their parents. They were also doing a better job taking notes in class, although Miss Nishida was especially distracting this Friday. She removed her jacket at the beginning of the class and it was clear that she wasn't wearing a brassiere. With breasts as large as hers, it was really quite obvious. They were hanging down a bit more and her nipples seemed so much more evident, with only a thin blouse between them and the boys' eyes. But even more suggestive was how they jiggled and wiggled with just about any little movement. It was like she had two giant bags of jello beneath her blouse, which were so fun to watch when she wrote on the board. She would turn to the class and say, "Please excuse. I forgot brassiere today. Very embarrassing."

The boys particularly liked it when she bent over at their desks, helping them with their notes. Her tits then hung down right before their eyes. They could see them swinging and swaying beneath her blouse as she made corrections to their writing. They asked for lots of individual help that day. She was so glad that they were now so very enthusiastic, so invested in improving their work. They had never seemed to care before. But now, they kept asking for individual help and attention. She couldn't be happier.

Miss Nishida had a special award that day, and she looked forward to its presentation. All teachers enjoyed providing their students with citations, honors, and commendations. It was perhaps the most enjoyable part of the job, the moment that you convey your satisfaction, your pride, for your students' achievements, and then with pleasure and joy watch their eyes light up, some times even tear up, with appreciation and gratitude as they step forth to receive their accommodation.

Miss Nishida smiled broadly as she opened her notepad. "The boy who has achieved the best this week." She did hesitate a moment. "Eddie Halen!" Alex furrowed his brow. He considered himself to be the brightest student in the class and that he would naturally win half the time. Apparently his classmates were really applying themselves more than he had anticipated. Well, a little competition isn't the worst thing in the world.

Eddie smiled broadly. He had indeed worked hard the past two weeks. Michael and Phil conveyed their congratulations. They would much prefer to win but they were pleased that someone had bested Alex. If Eddie could do it, then perhaps they could as well? They found Eddie winning to be most encouraging.

"And, the boy who needs to study more." David's eyes went to his desk, staring at his notes and papers. He had tried terribly, terribly hard; more so than ever before. But, he knew he wasn't one of the brighter students in the class. "Michael Anthony." David's head shot back up and a big grin spread across his face. He had done it! He really had done it. He could in fact compete with these guys. He didn't always have to lose.

Michael was stunned. They were all a bit surprised, as they assumed that David would anchor the low spot on the totem pole. Well, just as they were encouraged by the fact that Alex didn't win, they were a bit apprehensive over the fact that David didn't lose. Michael left the room, but not after first congratulating David. Miss Nishida appreciated that. It was good to see that her boys were being friendly and considerate while still highly competitive.

"Eddie, come to front of room and receive award."

Eddie got up from his desk rather quickly, almost knocking it over. Miss Nishida giggled at his enthusiasm. These were really very good boys. Some professors considered the remedial English students to be losers, a waste of resources. They were students who probably never should have been admitted to college. There were other places more suitable for boys such as these, such as community colleges, technical colleges, or the service industry. Miss Nishida could see otherwise. They just needed a little help, a little support, a little encouragement. Eddie took his place before Miss Nishida.

"Eddie, your award is that you can play with my breasts until bell rings."

Eddie grinned. This was going to be real good fun. He had been most envious of Phillip two weeks ago, and this time she wasn't wearing a brassiere. This would be even better.

Miss Nishida pulled the tails of her blouse from her skirt, her breasts notably wiggling beneath as she did so.

"And, for you, oshiego, beneath the blouse." Eddie's grin grew even broader. His bare hands on her bare breasts? Those huge, lovely soft, squishy boobs? His cock grew rapidly in his slacks, which was comfortably tucked facing up beneath tight briefs. All the boys, with the exception of David, were now being quite selective in their underwear selection on Friday, just in case they won. Eddie selected a pair that would be most effective in hiding any embarrassment. Alex though had opted for the opposite approach, wearing quite loose boxers in case he was selected; he would suffer the embarrassment for the pleasure of her touch.

Miss Nishida pulled her blouse away from waist, indicating to Eddie the path his hands should take. Unlike the boys before, he did not hesitate. He reached under Miss Nishida's blouse, momentarily enjoying the feel of naked skin, any naked, personal skin. He was so relieved that he was wearing tight briefs, his cock was growing so hard so fast as he felt his hands on Miss Nishida's smooth, naked skin.

The boys were very, very jealous. It was amazing enough to see Phillip playing with Miss Nishida's breasts outside of her blouse. They were stunned to see Eddie being given the opportunity to actually feel them beneath her blouse.

Eddie did not stay long at her abdomen. He quickly moved up to the much greater award, the golden globe awards of Miss Nishida's globes. The boys watched Eddie's hands move up, farther up, beneath, the teacher's blouse.

Miss Nishida's breasts were as good as he could have hoped. They were so full, so large. He had never felt breasts like this before, not even close. He had certainly felt a few breasts in his life. He was not entirely inexperienced, but those had been the breasts of girls. These were the breasts of a woman, a full grown woman with full womanly breasts. These were truly flesh bags of motherly milk. He clutched each of them within his hands, trying to hold as much as he could within each grasp, but they were so large, so humongous, so mountainous, so voluminous. He felt like a baby clinging to his mother's bosom.

He moved his hands beneath them and lifted each one up, much to the pleasure of the boys in the class. They could at least see that. He did not bounce them though like Phillip had. He only wanted to get a feel, a concrete feel, of their size, their mass, their weight, and he was not disappointed. These were truly the breasts of a woman.

Miss Nishida smiled at the boy's playful exploration of her breasts. She felt as much the teacher here as she did when she was helping Eddie with his writing, teaching him, showing him, what a woman's breasts are like. She whispered, "Touch my nipples, Eddie."

He did as she instructed, letting her boobs fall back down to their natural shape as he moved his hands up to her nipples, which were really quite stiff and erect. She whispered, as if only to him, "Do you feel how hard they are?"

"Yes," he said. He did indeed. He wondered if women with large breasts naturally had large nipples. He felt like asking her. After all, she was his teacher. But, it could be a rather naive, embarrassing question. Nobody his age wants to embarrass himself in front of the class asking dumb questions about the size of women's nipples.

"They're hard because of you, Eddie, because of your hands, your fingers." She reached out herself, with her right hand, and gently rested her fingers against the hardness in his pants. She stepped in closer to him, forcing his hands to press harder against her breasts, as she pressed harder onto his hardness. His briefs were tight, but she could still feel him within them, the feel of a young, hard, erect dick.

She rode the fingers of her hand up and down his hardness and said softly, "Play with them, touch them, feel them as if I feel you." She gripped her fingers onto the shaft of his cock, as best she could through his slacks and briefs, and squeezed him.

He complemented her hand on his cock by squeezing her breasts, feeling her feminine softness give way to the strength of his hand as her hard nipple pressed into his palm.

They both continued to explore and fondle each other, together. Eddie exploring the naked tits of his teacher, Miss Nishida the clothed cock of her student. The boys in the class reached down into their own laps, working their hands on their own cocks, imagining that it was the hand of Miss Nishida, feeling so jealous of Eddie, but still enjoying very much the opportunity to at least watch the award show.

Eddie could feel the breathing of Miss Nishida quicken, her breasts rising and falling within his hands, as he explored, fondled, cuddled, and squeezed her lusciousness. Miss Nishida was indeed becoming excited. She could feel warmth growing within her thighs as she felt the boy working her breasts while she worked his young, hard cock. Miss Nishida squeezed him harder, rubbed him harder. She had never given a boy, or a man, a hand job through his pants before. There was something about it that was uniquely erotic. She wondered if she should make him cum in his pants. It would be nice to make a boy wet his pants this way, squirting into his briefs because he couldn't control himself under her sensual touch.

Eddie was giving himself over to the pure bliss of the moment. Not too many boys are provided hand jobs by their teachers! However, not too many boys would also last too long under such circumstances, feeling a teacher's big tits under her blouse as she jerked him off through his slacks. "Miss Nishida," Eddie whispered, feeling himself getting very close.

She stopped. "No, no," she whispered, "Deru, no, you mustn't cum. That would be a very bad boy, to cum in your pants, right in front of class. Hai?" She grasped his hands within her own, through her blouse, and squeezed them, squeezing her breasts through his hands. "You must learn control yourself, Eddie."

Eddie was a little embarrassed at her saying this in front of the class, but some of the other boys needed to learn this lesson as well. David in particular could feel himself getting close. But, he didn't care. He knew he would never win the award and he wanted to make the most out of being simply a witness.

Miss Nishida returned her hand to his crotch. "Good boys don't wet pants in class, Eddie." It was a rather infantalizing way to put it, but she in fact made a very good point. There was no way he would be able to hide the wetness if he did cum. It would feel so good, so very, very good, though, to cum in response to Miss Nishida's sensual caressing of his cock, but in the end, perhaps, he might feel even worse, particularly as he left remedial English for his next class.

Miss Nishida used both of her hands on him, stroking, caressing, squeezing his cock. "You mustn't squirt in pants," she whispered, as she smiled at him, looking him in the eyes, squeezing the tip of his cock. "You probably have so much cum, so much manliness. It would make such a big mess, a big, wet, sloppy mess."

She was making a very good point, but simply her talking this way was making him want to cum even more, and certainly her squeezing the tip of his dick didn't help either. Eddie could feel himself now awfully close. She may be trying to discourage him, but her caressing the underside of his cock, his most sensitive spot, said something else altogether.

"I would though love to see you spurt, to see your manly spray, squirting all over the room, all over my dress." She leaned into him, "and, all over my face. Would you ganmen shawa? Cum all over your teacher's face?" She closed her eyes, leaned harder into him, and said, "Teacher would love to have you squirt all over me, on my cheeks, my nose, my lips, dripping down on my big boobie flesh."

It took all the willpower Eddie could muster, but with those last remarks David found himself going over the edge. He was not though losing control. Unlike Eddie, he was in full control: willfully, willingly releasing his load into his pants. He might not have as much cum as Miss Nishida was suggesting, but it was plenty enough to fill his pants. He closed his eyes, and he basked in the pleasure of his orgasm, feeling the surging, pulsations of relief sweep through him as his cock twitched and jerked in his trousers, gushing forth his thick, sticky gism into his briefs. It was indeed a mess, but a very delightful, pleasurable, slippery sloppy spill.

"You wouldn't want to walk to next class with a big wet sloppy stain, now would you Eddie?"

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David was jerked rudely out of his reverie, and the reality of what he had done now swept over him as had his orgasm just moments ago. He quickly grabbed his books and crushed them against his crotch. He instantly headed for the door, Miss Nishida bowing to him as he passed by. He knew that he would have to miss his next class, as he was heading straight home.

Week Eight

Miss Nishida continued to be pleased by the progress of her students. She had been particularly happy to see David no longer obtaining the lowest score. She had spent so much individual time with him and was so pleased to see that the effort had indeed paid off. He needed some tangible evidence that studying hard did have its rewards. He may never actually obtain the highest scores for the week, but it was a big step for him to not have to take the walk of shame, and better yet, to be able to stay in class and witness the award ceremony. He did appear to be awfully pleased with having been there the previous week as he departed with a very satisfied look on his face.

She had never experienced before such rapport with her students. They even came to class with a smile on their faces, so eager to learn. They seemed to hang on her every word, and she did her best each week to give them further encouragement. On the Monday and Friday of the eighth week, she again wore no brassiere. This was a form of assistance that was really so easy to provide. It took no additional work on her part, yet it obviously had such a beneficial effect.

She would come to class wearing her business jacket, so that other faculty and administrators would not be privy to her rather provocative dress. But, once class started, she would remove the jacket to allow the boys the inspiration of seeing her voluminous titties bounce and wiggle throughout her lecture. It was really just innocent fun, and all for the good of their education.

She was not naive though. She was not stupid. She knew that teasing them like this, her little exhibitionistic displays, could itself be distracting. They would at times fail to follow a point, or even miss it entirely, their eyes and minds on her breasts rather than the blackboard. But, altogether, the losses more than outweighed the gains. She knew full well that if she did not dress up for her lectures, if she did not encourage them, if she did not reward them on each available Friday, they would be achieving far less.

When Friday rolled around she was ready to provide the prize. She read from her notepad, "Today's high achiever is. Oh my, yes, once again, Alex."

Alex smiled victoriously. Nobody was surprised. It would be hard to keep Alex off the victory stand, and he had applied himself particularly hard this week. It also helped that his stiffest competition, Eddie, didn't qualify.

"And, the boy who must step out is, let me see, oh, yes, well, it's Michael, again." She didn't mean to rub it in by saying "again." It was just that she was so surprised, as was everyone else in the room, including David. David in fact couldn't belief it. He was continuing to study hard, but he figured that Michael would pass him by, having eliminated him the previous week. This studying thing he was doing is really paying off some dividends.

Michael, disgusted with himself, got up. As he walked by, Miss Nishida bowed and said, "Gambette kudasai, don't give up. Keep trying."

"Yes, ma'am," he replied. He knew now that he really couldn't count on David. David had apparently discovered some abilities or strengths that nobody had previously realized were within him. If it was a contest David wanted, then he would be game. He would study so hard next week that there would be no way that he would lose.

Once he departed Miss Nishida called on Alex to come to the front of the room.

Alex strode to the front with considerable pride and anticipation. Despite being the brightest boy in the class, he had in fact only won twice and, as far as he was concerned, not that much. The first time a quick peck on the cheek, and the second time the chance to paddle Miss Nishida. He was hoping for a bit more intimate contact, and he got it.

Miss Nishida had him stand against the blackboard, facing the class. She wanted him to be a good distance away from the class, as she wanted her own privacy for this one.

"Alex, to collect award, I want you to reach up my skirt and remove panties."

'So far so good,' Alex thought. He had so much wanted to remove her panties when he was spanking her, and now this award was even beginning with precisely that. He got down on one knee and reached up under her skirt, Miss Nishida smiling down at him as he did so, stroking his hair.

Alex began to lift up her skirt, but Miss Nishida stopped him. "No, no, Alex, mite wa ikemasen, you can't look. No looking at teacher there. That would be very naughty thing for student to do, don't you agree?"

"Yes, ma'am," he replied. He slid his hands up her skirt, finding the path to her panties, working blindly in the dark, working their way up her thighs, enjoying the slick feel of her nylons, and then the smooth feel of her skin. He saw more when he was paddling her, but this was considerably more intimate than just paddling her bottom, even with her skirt pulled down. He was now able to actually feel down there, under there, feel her in her most intimate, most feminine of places.

He paused when he reached her panties, the panties of his teacher, and this time the front of them. He hesitantly, cautiously, touched her right in the most personal place: right on her cunnie. He looked up at her.

"Alex, my, my, where do you have your fingers?"

He didn't remove them, but he also didn't say anything, nor did he do anything more than just rest them there. He was very uncertain what he should do. You really didn't want to offend a teacher by fingering her when she didn't want it.

"Now, don't you ignore your teacher. Tell her, and all the rest of the boys in the class, where you have your fingers."

"Um, on your, your." He really didn't know how best to put this. He wanted to say "Your soft, luscious, c*nt," but that might be rather offensive. Frankly, he didn't want to say it in any way, but, you should never disobey your teacher when she calls on you. Imagine refusing to answer a teacher's question, and certainly not when she is letting you put your hand up her skirt. "On your, um, vagina, Miss Nishida."

She turned her head back to the students behind her. "Did you hear that, shounen?"

"Yes, ma'am," they dutifully replied.

"Where is Alex's hand, Eddie?"

"On your vagina, Miss Nishida."

"Yes, very good. You listen well." She turned back to Alex. "Now, you take your fingers off of there, Alex. I don't think Dean Jackson would approve of you having your finger on a teacher's cunnie, even if you call it her vagina."

He did as she asked. He removed his fingers from her soft, sweet mound. It was very likely that Dean Jackson, the Dean of Arts and Sciences, would disapprove of his hands simply being under her skirt, but he thought it best not to argue with her. You rarely won an argument with a teacher and, besides, he knew she wasn't really being serious.

"Now, be a good boy and pull down my panties, like I asked you to."

"Yes, ma'am." That was a far better instruction. He reached up higher, being careful at the same time not to lift up her skirt too high, which really wasn't that easy as her skirt was so tight. He slipped his fingers into the waistband of her panties and pulled them down, smiling with delight as he did so. What boy wouldn't smile as he pulls down his pretty teacher's panties? He wondered what they would look like. Her Tinker Bell panties had been so incredibly erotic, there was no telling what she was wearing now. But, he would soon find out.

"Not too far, oshiego. Just to the top of my nylons. I don't want anyone to see my panties."

Her modesty was confusing, but beguiling. Perhaps she was not wearing particularly pretty panties that day. In any case, he pulled them down as far as she had instructed, leaving them rolled up around her thighs, out of sight of the boys and himself, a disappointment to all of them.

Miss Nishida was actually wearing quite appealing panties. She always wore nice panties, as her skirts did have a tendency to ride up and you never wanted to be exposed with unattractive undies. The reason she didn't want them all the way down was simply because she felt it would be more appealing, more sensual, to leave them hidden, all the boys knowing that they were pulled down, but still hidden from view. Plus it felt so erotic to have them all bunched around her thighs. She just felt so naughty with them that way. Having them tangled around her thighs constricted her movement and repeatedly reminded her of her state of undress. She pulled Alex back up, off his knees, to stand before him.

"Now, Alex, I want you to unbutton my blouse."

'Oh my,' he thought, his cock swelling in his slacks, not at all hidden by his loose boxers, 'This was going to be real good.' He reached out for her blouse, started with the top button and worked his way down. He worked quickly, like he was about to open his last and most treasured, most desired, birthday present. Miss Nishida smiled at his eagerness, feeling herself being jerked left and right as he hurriedly worked his way down her blouse.

She felt like a young woman once again, watching with amusement at the boy desperately undoing her blouse. She could have done it herself, but it was always so much more fun to watch the boy do it. He would be so eager, but his eagerness only exacerbated his inexperience, the end result being a bit clumsy and inefficient. She did at least help by pulling her blouse out from her skirt. Imagine how worse it would be if the buttons on blouses and men's shirts were the same? She wondered if they were opposite precisely for this reason, so that it was easier for the man, or the woman, to unbutton their partner (see "Jackie learns to balance her studies").

When he was done he dropped his hands to his side, not wanting to presume anything.

Miss Nishida though didn't disappoint. She reached up, clasped her blouse in her hands, and opened it up, opening up to his eyes the sight of her breasts, entirely exposed, completely naked. "What is it that you see, Alex? Tell rest of class what you see."

His eyes were about as large as saucers, as the sight before him was really unbelievable. Miss Nishida, his teacher, was exposing to his eyes, his eyes alone, her naked full boobs, and they were so terribly gorgeous. They actually stood up fairly well, despite their size. They did fall a bit. She was, after all, a woman, no longer a girl, and with full, natural breasts. These were breasts so much better than he had ever seen before on the internet, and he had seen quite a few. They were like two small white mountains, with dangerously steep slopes on the sides, a particularly deep valley in between, one in which any boy would love to ski down, and, toward the front were two little lookout towers, perching precariously on the forward slopes.

"I see her breasts. I see Miss Nishida's naked breasts."

The three boys were so terribly jealous. They so wished she would turn around, but that, of course, would mean that they would be sharing in the award. It was Alex's award, his honor to be the only one feasting on the victor's banquet.

She looked back over her shoulder? "Is that what you boys call them? Breasts?"

Alex blushed. He had just called them something else, at least in his head, but that would seem so disrespectful. He couldn't say that to her face.

"Tell me, Alex. Tell me what they are, at least this one time."

He said it softly, his eyes never leaving their sight. "Boobs, Miss Nishida. They're your boobs, your jugs."

Miss Nishida giggled, her jugs jiggling as she did. She could see how embarrassed he was to admit that he would use such terms. She didn't mind. He was little more than a boy, at best a young man. At times it was best to tolerate a youthful indiscretion. And, besides, she could see how excited he was, quite visibly so. Alex's slacks were jutting out much more severely than had Eddie's.

Alex was glad that his teacher was protecting her modesty from the rest of the class, as she was also thereby hiding from view his hard-on, at least from them. Certainly not from her. She let go of her blouse with one hand and brought it to his dick. She squeezed its head. "And, this is your cock, isn't it, Alex."

"Yes, ma'am," he gasped.

"I bet I know where you would like to put it."

"Ma'am?" There were quite a few places he would like to put it, one of them being right into the slopes of her cleavage. His dick would be so thoroughly buried there, smothered in the soft, white pillows. She reached out for his hand and brought it back to her skirt, under and up her skirt. His dick swelled further as he watched, and felt, his teacher bring his hand farther and farther up her skirt, back to where it had been just a short time ago, but this time there was no barrier, no pantie, to protect her. She brought his hand right to her c*nt, her warm, her wet, her womanly c*nt.

"Put your finger inside me, Alex, put your finger inside your teacher's vagina." She said more softly, "inside her c*nt," but the boys in the class still heard. David was again handling himself. He didn't feel guilty. What boy would in such a situation? He hardly even cared if someone saw him, but he didn't look around to check. If someone else was handling himself, he would respect his modesty, his privacy.

Alex began to feel around for the entrance to Miss Nishida's c*nt. He had been in such a place before, although he was not so experienced that he quickly found it. Nevertheless, the search was itself enjoyable, feeling around his teacher's full, hot wet lips for her hole.

Miss Nishida brought her own hand from beneath her skirt and up to Alex's face. He pulled Alex's head toward her and into her full breasts. Alex was ecstatic. This was so nice, so very good. He felt his finger find its target and he began to work it up inside.

Miss Nishida gasped as she felt his finger slip up into her c*nt and she whispered, "Suckle me, Alex, suckle my breasts as you finger my c*nt."

He would not deny her. He leaned into her breast, wrapped his lips around a taut, stiff nipple, and began to lick, caress, and suck, as he worked his finger in and out of her c*nt.

Miss Nishida held his face tightly against her breast, crushing his face into her heaving tit, her breaths increasing in pace as she felt his finger working her c*nt. There was something really quite erotic to be fingered by a student, to be giving him so much pleasure yet it was her c*nt as well that was being pleasured. She squirmed and wiggled on his finger, helping him to screw her, to fuck her, with his finger.

The boys found the scene to be more obscene than erotic, although that was perhaps too subtle of a distinction for them. What they did know, what they did see, was their teacher's ass writhing on the finger of one of their classmates, and what they heard was her whimpering, along with the squishing and slurping sounds of her c*nt being slushed by Alex's finger.

Alex buried his face deep into her breast, feeling her full softness absorb his face, and he added another finger to her c*nt, as well as bringing his thumb to her clit. He knew enough to know that a girl, a woman, likes to have her clit handled, as well as her c*nt fingered.

"Soko," Miss Nishida exclaimed, as she felt his thumb on her clit. He understood the meaning. She didn't have to translate. "Sugoi des," she gasped. It was indeed so very good. She could feel her excitement rising, reaching a feverish pitch.

"Subarashi," she gasped. She was lost in her heritage, in her native tongue, as she enjoyed the boy's frenetic sucking and fingering. "Yori hayaku! Yori tsuyoku!" she pleaded, asking him to go faster, stronger, to take her all the way, and then she was, swept away by her orgasm, climaxing on the finger of the boy in front of her class. This would not be a good moment for an administrator to arrive, but she was not thinking about that. She was not thinking about the fact that her body was trembling in an orgasmic climax if front of her students. She was not thinking at all. She was only feeling, feeling the lips and tongue of the boy, his finger and thumb, and feeling her orgasm sweep over her, her body shuddering and trembling on his finger.

David joined her. This time he was prepared. He had tucked within his boxers a handkerchief to catch his stuff, his embarrassment, and he smiled as he felt his climax surge through him, his head becoming faint, his body shuddering, jerking, as he gushed his load into his shorts, watching his teacher do likewise in front of him, as if they were cumming together, which they were in fact doing.

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Miss Nishida stepped back, out of breath, feeling confused and weak, and rather clumsy, her panties still bunched at her thighs. "Supashi-bo," she whispered, feeling a bit embarrassed about what had just happened, but she brought her eyes to Alex's, "Supashi-bo," she whispered again and gave him a kiss on the cheek. It wasn't really clear who got the reward this week.

Week Nine

The semester was now well passed half over, and the progress was clear. David was even improving within other classes, applying what he was learning in remedial English to other courses, which was precisely the point of a remedial class. Professors began to come to Miss Nishida to extol their praise for what she was accomplishing. All thoughts of her being let go were being let go. They could see that they had a rising star amongst them.

Miss Nishida was looking forward to her next award, for reasons that would become apparent. The students were a bit curious as to her choice of dress on Friday. She was wearing her usual white blouse, this time apparently with a brassiere. But, her skirt was much longer than usual, reaching well past her knees, and it was far looser and fuller, more flowing. The reasons for which would become apparent as well.

She announced on Friday the latest winner. "Michael Anthony. Yuuryou!" She was indeed very pleased. It had been awhile since Michael had won, and she wanted the awards to be spread through the class. She wanted each of them to feel that they had a reasonable chance of winning. If they grew too discouraged, there might be no incentive to try, to study. But, she was disappointed when she read the name of the person who had gotten the worst score. "David," she said softly.

David was disappointed, but he understood. He had in fact tempered his English studies this week for other classes, for which there were to be more significant exams. For the sake of his whole education, his entire education, he could not just concentrate on one class. This was to be expected. He smiled at Miss Nishida as he departed, letting her know that he was not upset. He knew he would be back again.

She motioned for Michael to join her at the front of the class.

When he arrived, she smiled knowingly, knowing that he was wondering what he would receive. What would be his award?

She stood before him, and the class, and reached down, slipping her hands under her skirt and grasping the waistband of her panties.

This time she would let them come all the way down. She leaned well forward and pulled them past her bottom and down her thighs. She paused at the point where her buttocks were poking out the most toward the class. She knew the boys would like that. She even slowly waved her bottom back and forth a bit before she stood up straight. She let the panties fall to the floor, falling to her ankles, her pink lace panties gathering around her ankles, gathering in a little soft bed at her feet, hanging from her tall, black high heels. She let them lie there for a short while, as it was clear that the boys did consider this to be a rather pretty picture.

She then stepped out of them and bent over to retrieve them, bending fully from her waist so that her bottom rose up higher and higher and her skirt accentuated the soft curve of her behind. She picked up her panties and held them out with her hand.

"Miss Nishida?" Michael wasn't too sure what she wanted him to do.

"Do American boys like to smell girl's panties?"

Michael had never done anything like that. He was definitely not into sniffing girls' panties. It wasn't like he didn't like panties. He loved the sight of panties. There were certainly more than a few times that he had snuck into his sister's bedroom to steal some peeks at her panties, skulking back to his own bedroom afterward to masturbate to the memory. And, a couple of times he had even taken the chance of snitching one of them, masturbating into them, and then washing them afterward. It was a tremendous risk, but it was worth it.

Well, a teacher does know best. He leaned forward.

Phillip furrowed his brow. He would not be at all interested in doing that and, for the moment, actually felt relieved not to have won this week's award. If the award would be sticking your nose in used panties, Michael could have it. But, it wasn't what Phillip was expecting. Miss Nishida's panties did in fact smell nice, at least she felt they did, but to make doubly sure she had perfumed them before class. When they were placed beneath Michael's nose, a relieved and pleased smile graced his face. He loved a woman's perfume, and when mixed with the sight and feel of lacy pink panties against your face, the panties of Miss Nishida no less, well, he would bury his face in them.

Miss Nishida then led Michael to the blackboard, as far back from the students as she had been with Alex. "Okay, Michael, you need now to get down on knees, sitting back on haunches, if I speak that correctly, facing class." He did as she instructed.

His eyes were now roughly at c*nt level, and Miss Nishida raised her skirt in front, just in front, the loose skirt making this much easier to do.

Michael's eyes almost popped out.

"Tell the boys what do you see."

"Um, I, uh, I see." He said more quietly, "Your vagina, Miss Nishida."

He could see a great deal, as Miss Nishida had shaved that morning. Miss Nishida was a dedicated teacher and would go the extra mile for her students, and she was presenting to Michael a very pretty picture indeed. She had a most wonderful cunnie. Her lips were full and womanly, and they were now entirely butt naked, or more accurately, c*nt naked. Michael hadn't seen anything like that before: a fully shaved, entirely naked pussy. It looked so much more pure this way, so much more vulnerable, exposed, and open. Her lips were also so full, so fleshy, so wet with arousal. They even seemed to be somewhat parted, as if they were inviting him inside.

"Do you like it, Michael?"

"Oh yes, Miss Nishida, very much." He corrected himself. "Very, very much."

"Is it as pretty as your girlfriend's?"

He continued to stare, not wanting to take his eyes away for a minute. His father had advised him not to stare, particularly at a girl, and particularly at a particular part of a girl. They usually don't like that. But, this girl, this lady, was presenting that precise particular part for the purpose of staring. "I, um, don't have a girlfriend right now."

"Oh, so sorry, kyoushuusei. You such a handsome boy. Any pretty girl would like to be your girlfriend, I'm sure."

"Yea, well." There really wasn't much to say in response to that. It was the kind of compliment that one gets from one's mother.

"Would like to kiss me?" He had kissed his mother a number of times, but she never put it quite like this before, with her skirt all pulled up. He started to get up.

"No, no, kyoushuusei." She continued to hold up her skirt with her left hand but used her right to gently push him back down on his haunches. "You misunderstand." She spread open her legs a bit more. "Kiss me down there."

That was obviously nothing his mother had ever suggested. In fact, he had never even done this before with a girlfriend. He had gone all the way with a girl, but she didn't like oral sex, or at least he didn't try to find out. She never suggested that she wanted him to do it. "Really?"

"Kore o shite kure, Michael. Do this, for me."

He would gladly do it for himself, although he wasn't too sure that he could do it for her, or at least do a particularly good job.

Miss Nishida did not wait any longer. Time was running out. The bell would soon ring and she wanted at least some stimulation. She stepped forward, lifted her skirt up higher and d****d it over Michael's head. She then clasped his head with her hands through her skirt, and pulled his face into her c*nt. She had to squat down a bit, but not too much. "Douzo meshiagare," she exclaimed.

It was dark in there but Michael could still see plenty well enough. His eyes had gotten bigger and bigger as Miss Nishida's c*nt got closer and closer, and when she d****d her skirt over his head, he grinned with tremendous delight and leaned forward to place his lips on his prize, and was in fact then crushed into her lips by Miss Nishida squatting down and pulling him hard against her pussy.

He didn't mind. His lips had never touched anything sweeter. Well, that's not really true at all. There were a lot of things that tasted sweeter than Miss Nishida's c*nt, and he had enjoyed immensely the times he kissed his girlfriend, on her lips, the lips on her face. But, his lips had never touched anything so lusciously sexual. His lips were actually on the c*nt lips of his teacher. He would like to grin, but he was busy doing other things, like licking, slurping, lapping, and sucking her lips.

"Oh my!" Miss Nishida was surprised at how fast and furious Michael had leaped into action. It could be that he felt less self-conscious with his head covered up, hidden from view, out of the other boys' sight. In any case, she certainly enjoyed it. He was chewing on her pussy like a very eager puppy boy.

"Monosugoku, Michael! Really, wonderful." It wasn't too long before she was squirming and writhing on his face.

The boys couldn't see what Michael was doing, and they sorely regretted that. But, they could see Miss Nishida's bottom, and it's gyrations were providing a fairly obscene show. Plus, they could hear quite a bit as well, not only Miss Nishida's squealing and whimpering, but also the more crude and lascivious noises that Michael's lips and tongue were making on her c*nt. It was like he was at some sort of a pie eating contest, and he was shamelessly not holding back.

"Oh, Michael," Miss Nishida gasped. She was finding it much easier to control Michael's lips and tongue than Alex's fingers. She could easily shift the location of his lips, his tongue, by shifting her pelvis or moving his head with her hands, and she could easily increase or decrease the pressure as well. And, she took full advantage of her control, grinding her c*nt in his face, working his face with her c*nt, fucking his face with her c*nt.

"Oh my yes, yes," she gasped. "Yori takaku," she exclaimed, getting him to move his lips up to her clit. "Yori hayaku, yori tsuyoku," working her c*nt into his face faster, and harder.

"Hai! Hai! Hai!" she squealed as her body suddenly shuddered with her orgasm, releasing a full squirt of feminine juice onto Michael's lips, onto his face. Her legs went weak, and she fell more fully onto, into, his face, clutching his head not only to continue driving his lips into her c*nt as she, it, quivered with its climactic spasms, but also simply to support herself.

She bent over, resting her forehead on the blackboard as her body shuddered and shivered on the boy's face, the spasms of carnal satisfaction coursing through her like the pulsations of an addictive drug. "Yes, yes, yes," she sighed as the final surges traversed through her body.

When she finished, she slowly pulled back, pulling her skirt off Michael's face, which was a big, wet, sloppy, mess. "Oh, so sorry," she said softly.

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She picked up her panties as Michael gingerly, self-consciously, got up from the floor. As the other boys filed out of class she used her panties to clean off his face. Normally a student would feel a little embarrassed at having a teacher wipe his face clean, but Michael was smiling proudly throughout.

Weeks Ten and Eleven

There was, once again, no class on the tenth week of the semester, or at least that Thursday and Friday. It was another "Academic Holiday," with no clear rationale for its existence. It just seemed like the administration wanted to have a certain number of days off each semester and chose these two days for no particularly good reason. In any case, the students were, once again, disappointed, especially David, as he wanted to prove to Miss Nishida that his lapse the previous week was only momentary.

Each of them was now really applying himself, and the effects of Miss Nishida's instruction was generalizing very well into other classes, particularly those with attractive female instructors, despite the fact that none of them had any real expectation that another professor would reward them in the manner of Miss Nishida. Nevertheless, it wouldn't hurt to at least try. Maybe she might. One can never tell what might in fact happen. By the time of Friday on the eleventh week, the boys were ready and eager.

However, upon entering the classroom they were a bit taken aback. Sitting toward the back of the room was Miss Harding, the biology professor. They didn't know what this meant, particularly in regard to the award. Would it in fact be cancelled? Would Miss Nishida actually go through with it with another faculty member present?

Miss Nishida explained to the students, "Miss Harding is here in class today to observe lessons. She is, of course, this year Teacher of the Year winner. She winning her own award." She laughed at her own joke, if it could be considered a joke. The boys looked back at Miss Harding, wondering if Dean Jackson or President Skinner provided an award comparable to those being provided by Miss Nishida. They certainly would be willing to give Miss Harding such an award, as she was a strikingly alluring woman. The students could always tell when she was passing by in the hallway, as the lovely scent of her perfume always drew one's attention (the girls of the college were not allowed to wear perfume). The boys would also follow her departure as she walked away, enjoying the sight of her womanly bottom swaying in a tight business skirt. Her skirts were not as tight as Miss Nishida's, but they were plenty tight enough, and she certainly rivaled Miss Nishida with respect to breast size. She was though quite different otherwise. She was much taller, had blue eyes, long lashes, and curly blond hair that d****d softly across her shoulders.

Miss Harding was not at all disruptive through the course of the class. She sat quietly in the back of the room, not wanting to interfere. She was there just to observe. The success Miss Nishida was achieving was beginning to filter across campus and Miss Harding had, of course, provided the initial impetus and encouragement of Misa to develop her unique approach. She wanted to observe firsthand some of the techniques Misa was using and, if they were indeed innovative and effective, she would herself nominate Miss Nishida for Teacher of the Year for the following year.

"Alright, students, I wish to announce winner of award this week," Miss Nishida exclaimed, standing in her usual place for the Friday session. "The boy with best performance this week." She again hesitated for dramatic effect. "Alex," she cheerfully announced, but the proclamation was not greeted with equal enthusiasm by the rest of the boys, other than Alex. It really didn't seem fair that he got to win so often.

"Boy who must go on to next class. Phillip."

David smiled broadly. He knew he could do it. Phillip was quite surprised. He had not previously come in last before. It was clear that his classmates were really buckling down, as he felt that he had studied and worked really hard the prior week, at least hard enough not to come in last, but apparently others had worked even harder. He glumly got up from his desk and left the room. Miss Nishida bowed to him and said, "Sayonara kyoushuusei. Please, don't despair. You just try harder."

"Yes, ma'am," he replied as he walked by.

"Yes, then, Alex, please come to head of class to get award.

Alex did as he was instructed, although glancing back at Miss Harding. She was sitting cross-legged in a straight back chair. There was no clear or meaningful expression on her face.

"Very good, Alex, here, I want you to stand here, facing class." He did as he was instructed. "I have very good award for you."

Alex could feel himself beginning to swell already, at just the thought of what it might be.

Miss Nishida took her usual position of standing right in front of the student. However, this time she got down on her knees, rather than the student, and then rested back on her haunches. She looked up at Alex, her brown eyes looking so pretty beneath her spectacles, her prominent breasts jutting out below. "Please, Alex, if you would, step forward, closer."

He was already very close, but he did as she requested, as she instructed, such that the crotch of his pants were just a few inches away from her face.

Miss Nishida reached up and placed her fingers lightly on the front of his slacks, gently felt around, and asked quite innocently, "Do you have a very big penis, Alex?"

Alex's eyes instantly went to Miss Harding, who only looked back at him expressionless. He could feel his heart racing with excitement and confusion. This did not seem right at all. He was perhaps getting used to Miss Nishida doing something rather unusual for her awards, but the presence of another instructor, Miss Harding, brought the reality of what was happening in this class smack into his face.

Miss Nishida looked up at him and said soothingly, "Osorenai you ni. Don't be afraid, Alex. Everything is fine."

It actually was quite fine. Miss Harding was not entirely adverse to Miss Nishida's approach (see "Miss Harding Teaches the Boys a Lesson," Chapter 9). She was in fact glad to see that another faculty member had the courage of her convictions. Only Mr. Peters appeared to embrace this pedagogical approach, although perhaps there were other faculty at Templeton who were working more quietly, more under the radar than Mr. Peters. She had heard some rumors concerning one of the clinicians at the college clinic, Dr. Lowenstein, but nothing really clear or certain.

But, the fact that it was fine with Miss Harding was not known or clear to Alex. He did at least appreciate that she had not instantly stood up to express shock or outrage. Still, he averted his eyes, as he found it rather disconcerting to have this senior faculty member watch as Miss Nishida fondled his penis through his slacks. And, besides, it was tremendously more enjoyable to be looking into the equally attractive and much more pleasant, pleasing eyes of Miss Nishida as she continued to caress the crotch of his pants.

She asked him again. "I bet kyoushuusei has a very big penis. Do you, Alex?"

"Um, no, no, ma'am." It was quite true. He definitely did not, but it wasn't terribly small either. It was probably about average.

It was fortunate that Alex preferred loose boxers as it made it easier for Miss Nishida to find and caress his penis. She could feel it slowly beginning to respond. Few boys could resist a pretty teacher caressing them through their pants, but Alex was feeling quite nervous about all of the spectators. Even the presence of the boys troubled him a bit.

They were, perhaps, even more troubled by Miss Harding. At least Alex could see her. A couple of them did occasionally glance back but, like Alex, her expression did not reveal her feelings or thoughts. Even worse, they felt very uncomfortable about playing with themselves with the professor sitting behind them. They seriously doubted that they could play with themselves without her detecting it, and they had heard about what a tough disciplinarian she could be. So, instead, they kept shifting their positions in their chairs, squirming around uncomfortably as their cocks grew within their pants, with no relief from their own fingers.

Miss Nishida recognized that she would have to step up the stimulation, at least a bit. She leaned forward and placed her lips on the swelling. "Hmmmm, kyoushuusei, does your penis taste good too?"

That helped a lot, and Alex could feel his cock swelling more assertively, more forcefully.

"Ohhhh," Miss Nishida. "He's growing so fast now." She pulled back her face to be able to see and admire its growth, and returned to caressing him with her fingers. "Do you like having your teacher play with your penis?"

"Yes, ma'am," he quietly replied. It was still confusing, and troubling, but he definitely was enjoying it. The boys were completely unambivalent about it. They knew darn well they would enjoy it. They even enjoyed hearing her talk about it but, on the other hand, unlike Alex, they couldn't do anything about it. Why did Miss Nishida have to invite Miss Harding to the class?

"I so much enjoy feeling a handsome young man's big hard penis."

"Yes, ma'am," was all that Alex could think of saying in reply. He certainly enjoyed as well the feel of a teacher's hand on his cock, particularly as one as pretty as Miss Nishida. His dick was now quite thoroughly hard and was fully displayed through his boxers and slacks.

"Young men should not be so modest when they have something as handsome and proud as this." She slid a bit to the side so that Miss Harding could see it from the back of the room. "What do you think, Miss Harding, isn't Alex's penis a pretty sight?"

Miss Harding appreciated Miss Nishida moving aside so that she could also see the young man's erection. She could have moved to the front of the class, and even stood right next to Alex, if she wished. She would have the authority as a senior faculty member. But, she didn't want to disrupt Miss Nishida's curriculum. This was clearly a very sensitive and complex lesson plan and if the results were to someday be published, she would hate to be a source of any anomalous findings. She said with no apparent expression, "Yes, he does have a very nice penis." She in fact considered it to be quite strikingly attractive and, at the moment, was feeling rather jealous of Miss Nishida, not only for developing this obviously innovative curriculum, but also having before her a very handsome young hard cock.

Miss Nishida was more vocal about her appreciation. "I think it is just wonderful, monosugoku." She looked back up at Alex. "How many times has a teacher played with you like this, Alex?"

That was an easy question to answer. "Never, ma'am, this is the first time."

"Oh, poor boy, so deprived. No teacher ever rub your penis, ever make you big and happy?"

"No, ma'am."

"Oh, so sad." She moved her head back down again, this time to plant a firm kiss on the large round bulb that was so forcefully outlined by his slacks. "I kiss and make happy." She in fact gave him quite a few pecks on his crown. Alex could feel his balls tightening.

She pulled back her lips and returned to fondling and caressing with her fingers, but this time with more force, pressing down hard on his erection as she ran her fingers up and down its length. "Such a manly penis, so hard, so strong. I so wish you would let me feel it outside of pants."

Alex had no real objection, although he did look up at Miss Harding, who in fact now chose to uncross her legs, opening up her thighs to him, letting him briefly see up in between her legs, at her light blue panties, and then crossing them again, giving him a little smile when she finished. No, Alex now had no real objection.

"But, that would be so wrong, wouldn't it, Alex."

"Uh, no ma'am, yes?" He really wasn't sure what he should say. "A boy shouldn't take his penis out in class, should he? No matter how big it is, it really should stay in pants." She turned back to Miss Harding. "What do you think, Miss Harding?"

Miss Harding would really like to see it herself, as she was crossing her legs rather tightly, squeezing her thighs together, holding in tightly the warmth and moisture that were forming. "It's your class, Miss Nishida. It is really your decision."

Miss Nishida brought both of her hands to Alex's cock, using one to stroke up and down the length of his shaft, the other to squeeze and caress the soft, swollen bulb. "No, no, he should stay inside." She looked up at Alex, through her glasses, and said, "He might make a terrible mess if we let him out."

Alex's eyes were glazing over, his breathing was rushed, his heart pounding. "Yes, yes." He would though love to make a terrible mess. He so hoped that she would pull him out.

"He might squirt his nasty male cum all over teacher's face."

If she kept this up he was going to cum. He was really finding it terribly difficult to control himself, but he certainly didn't want to cum in his pants. If he could just hold out a bit longer she would certainly pull him out and let him spurt on the floor or, of course, better yet, on her blouse, her face, just the thought of that though caused his balls to pull in further.

As she continued to work his shaft and bulb, massaging the underside of his crown, she showed him no mercy. "Oh my, yes, he would squirt all over my face, on forehead, my cheeks, my little nose, my glasses, and, goodness, even on my lips. Could I please taste your cum, Alex?"

And with that he exploded into his pants. He really couldn't hold it. The only way to do so would have been for her to stop working him, stroking him, and speaking so lewdly. He lost control into his boxers.

"Sore yo! There he goes, boys! Funshutsu! Spurting and squirting all over in his pants."

"Oh my gosh, oh my gosh," exclaimed Alex, in both ecstacy and embarrassment. No boy cares for wetting himself in a class, but yet it felt so, so good, and his teacher was so pleased, so happy, so proud.

"Subarashi, monosugoku. It's so much, so healthy, so wonderful." She continued to massage him through his slacks as his cock twitched and jerked beneath her fingers, filling his boxers with his cum, leaving inside a wet, sticky, gooey mess.

But, for the moment, Alex didn't mind. His eyes were now closed, lost in the bliss, the reverie, the rapture, of his orugasumusu. A wet stain quickly formed on the outside, his boxers and pants becoming soaked through. Miss Nishida, though, did not mind, nor did she scold the boy for wetting himself, as many other teachers might have done. No, instead, she leaned her face back down into his crotch and took a deep breath. "Itoshii, kawairashii, amatsu," she said, her own eyes closed as she basked in the sweet, lovely smell of his fresh, young cum.

When she was done she struggled to her feet, feeling a little light-headed herself. Alex quickly covered himself up, wondering what he could possibly do now. He certainly couldn't leave the class like this. He glanced at the other boys, none of whom would meet his eyes, all of them feeling rather nervously self-conscious. But, they did not really begrudge him for cumming. They certainly would have done so as well. In fact, they all knew they wanted to go somewhere, somewhere more private, to take care of themselves.

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Miss Nishida turned to the class, bowed her head, and said, speaking to the boys, "Next time you have to cum on me."

Weeks Twelve and Thirteen

The boys were now really studying hard. The parents of those who were still living at home were simply shocked, and never prouder. David's parents were particularly pleased. They even called the Dean of Undergraduate Education, Dean Kraemer, to express their gratitude for the special efforts of Miss Nishida. David didn't provide any details of her technique. He might be in just remedial English, but he wasn't stupid. He knew his parents would disapprove. Parents can be so conservative, so old-fashioned, so out of date with the modern methods and techniques. Heck, when they were in college they didn't even have computers! They just wouldn't understand.

In any case, they were now on the home stretch and there would be few opportunities left to win an award. Only four classes left, and they knew that there would be no award during the fourteenth week. It was indicated on the syllabus that this day would be devoted to the National English Remediation Test (NERT), being provided this year at Abberville College. Students took the NERT prior to the first day of class, and then once again prior to the last week. It was a national competition for a college's strength in improving students' fundamentals. Colleges who achieved well on this test were widely recognized as being amongst the best in the provision of an undergraduate education. U.S. News and World Report published each year the top three NERT colleges.

Miss Nishida was also looking forward to this next award, and gleefully strode to the front of the class to announce the winner. Before she did so, she pretended to drop her notepad on the floor, not only to provide a dramatic pause, but to also offer a little flirtatious peek up her skirt. The cheeks of her bottom were openly displayed, as she was wearing a thong. She didn't really like thongs that much. She didn't like the strap going up her crack. But, she felt the boys deserved a little extra reward for all of their hard work. She looked back at the students as she reached for the notepad. "Do you like my new panties?"

"Yes, Miss Nishida," they all said in unison.

The door to the class opened. "Good afternoon, Miss Nishida." It was Dean Kraemer, the Dean of Undergraduate Education.

Miss Nishida quickly stood back up straight and pulled down on her skirt, blood rushing to her face. The boys shot to attention in their chairs, hoping that their frightened expressions were not too obvious.

"I hope I'm not interrupting," he said, with a big grin on his face. "I just had to come down here personally to offer my congratulations for the fine work you are all doing, for the tremendous accomplishments you have made."

Normally, Miss Nishida would be ecstatic over such a visit. My goodness, just one semester ago she was on the Dean's blacklist. She would never have dreamed that he would one day stop by her class to offer his personal congratulations. But, this really was an interruption, and certainly one at a very inopportune moment. She gave him a gracious smile and polite bow, "No, no, no interruption, sir. Very nice have you visit, sir."

"Well, I just want to let these students know what an outstanding instructor they have. I don't know what she has been putting in your lunches, or what favors she might be providing." He laughed at his joke. The boys smiled nervously in response. Miss Nishida bowed her head and smiled. "But, it seems to be working and the college cannot be more pleased. I have had phone calls from your parents and visits from other faculty, all expressing their appreciation for how much their sons' and students' grades have improved. I can't be prouder."

Dean Kraemer then went on to provide the history of the remedial English program, his difficulty in finding an adequate instructor, and the importance of a college education. His speech could be reproduced, but it might be even more boring than it was for the students. The students sure wished that they could have missed it.

It dragged on through the final minutes of the class. Dean Kraemer had timed his visit so that he would minimize disruption, arriving only when there was but a few minutes left. He ended his speech with a reminder of the special importance of preparing for the NERT, the National Education Remediation Test. "Never before has a Templeton student hit the upper quartile of this exam, but I have a feeling that things may indeed be different this year." He hoped they all would attend the day long preparation for the test this coming Monday.

RRRRRRRNNNNNNNGGGGGGGG! "Yes, well," Dean Kraemer exclaimed, "off to the future young men, and study hard!"

Miss Nishida was very disappointed, perhaps even more so than the boys. Well, that's not really true. They were certainly more disappointed than her. But, his unexpected visit did disrupt her schedule. She had been planning on masturbating a boy, this time outside of his pants, and even letting him cum on her skirt. She figured the boys would really like that. She wasn't sure what to do now. She couldn't just shift the award ceremony to the Monday of the next week, as that day would be used for the preparation for the NERT. It was so discouraging about how much time is now being spent in schools and colleges in simply preparing for national competitive exams, and Templeton was no different in that regard. She could also shift it to Wednesday, but then that would mean the next award would be presented on the very next day. She was at a loss.

She could simply just abandon this week's winner but that would be unfair to Eddie, who would have been the winner. She could make him the winner of next time, but that would be unfair to the boy who otherwise would have fun. Well, it is dilemmas like this that test the true acumen of a college teacher. She would just have to work doubly hard, like her own students, and find a solution.

She offered her solution to the students on the following Friday. "Students, this time we will have two winners. Winner of past week, Eddie, and winner of this week, Phillip. Two winners!" That did seem to be a very fair solution, and, frankly, neither boy really minded sharing. It might in fact be kind of fun to share a teacher this way.

Miss Nishida held up her finger to announce her second point. "Plus! There will be no loser this week." There was in fact only one more class day for awards. There was really no significant benefit in having any student sit out at this point, and it certainly seemed excessive to have two students sit out, leaving only one person. One person does not make a particularly compelling audience for an award ceremony. This decision was greeted with applause by Michael, David, and Alex.

"Hai! Well, Eddie, Phillip, come to front of class to get award?"

The two boys scrambled to the front of the class. She positioned each boy to her side, Eddie on her right, and Phillip on her left, both, for the moment, facing the students.

She smiled briefly at each of them and then silently, slowly, began to unbutton her blouse. All eyes were fixed on her as her fingers worked their way down the buttons, one after another. As each button unclasped her blouse opened up more and more, gradually revealing a bit of a pink brassiere, then a bit more, enough to see that it was quite lacy. Eddie and Phillip had a particular good view, standing right next to and over her. Even with her heels, the petite Miss Nishida was still quite short. Heart rates were beginning to quicken and palms were sweating.

Miss Nishida thinks of Dean Kraemer as she undresses. She wondered if she was taking a big chance. She knew full well that she would not want him to walk in at this point. But, she also knew that once she has published her work and it has been well received by the leading pedagogical researchers across the country, he will understand, and he will be grateful for the attention and recognition that she had brought to Templeton.

Once her blouse was entirely unbuttoned she pulled the tails from her skirt, smiled at the boys in the class, and slowly lowered the zipper. All that could be heard was the telltale sound of a zipper going down.

When it was completely unzipped she just let her skirt fall to the floor.

Not a lot more was revealed with the loss of her skirt, as the tails of the blouse were themselves quite long. The students though could see more of her nylons and thighs. It was still a very sexy sight: the pretty Miss Nishida wearing only a long white blouse, nylons, and heels, the blouse slightly parted to expose the pinkness of her brassiere.

She said to Eddie and Phillip. "Boys, would you help your teacher with this part?"

"Excuse me?" Eddie asked.

"Here, each of you help me with my blouse. I would be most grateful."

"Yes, ma'am." "Definitely," they replied, and each of took hold of her blouse, one on each side, opening it for the boys in the class, like they were parting the curtains on a stage.

And, what was revealed was as wonderful as any Broadway play: two very large breasts beautifully, seductively enclosed in a tight, lacy, form fitting, push up, pink brassiere. Nothing seemed to be finer than this. Cocks instantly jerked to attention, pushing out slacks, and, this time, nobody was doing anything to hide them. If Miss Nishida can have her blouse removed in class, well, they wouldn't be so modest and ashamed of their boners.

And, the curtains also revealed a delight in the lower center stage: Miss Nishida's matching lace panties. They were equally tight, and revealing. She had continued to shave since the ceremony for Michael, and the boys felt that they could clearly pick out the signs of her pussy lips through the delicate gossamer veil.

Once the blouse was entirely removed they were treated by the full gestalt, the lovely figure of Miss Nishida. Never before had her breasts looked so disproportionately large, perched on such a delicate, petite frame, very narrow waist, and perky hips. It looked like she should in fact tip over, like an exaggerated Barbie Doll, they were so large, so inordinately, unreasonably, wonderfully imbalanced.

Miss Nishida felt like quite the scamp. Standing in front of her students dressed only in her brassiere, panties, and nylons. She felt incredibly naughty, and perhaps she was, but it was all for the good of the boys' education. She went down onto her knees, her breasts bobbing with her movement and, keeping her eyes focused on the boys sitting in front of her, she reached with both hands to either side, firmly gripped the clasp of the boys' zippers. With one firm, smooth movement, she pulled their zippers down.

She then slipped her hands into the boys' slacks. Both Eddie and Phillip were wearing briefs, which made it a bit more difficult for her to get her hands on their cocks. The boys kept shifting and even squirming as their teacher fumbled around in their slacks, trying to find her way into their briefs. What made it particularly confusing was that Eddie was wearing briefs with a horizontal flap, Phillip a vertical. But, she soon got it figured out and slipped her hands into the flaps to find their waiting hard cocks.

She looked up at them. "Oki kunak-ta. My goodness, two more big boys."

They both smiled proudly. Neither considered themselves to be at all big, but nobody could actually see them to disprove her assessment and, besides, it was always nice to be complimented by your teacher, even if it was just for the size of your cock. Actually, it was even better to be complimented for that than for correctly answering a question.

Even better still was the feel of her hand on their dicks. There was something so appealing, so nice, to feel the hand of someone else on your cock. It was so different from one's own. It didn't handle your cock exactly the way you would handle it, but that was also part of the pleasure, as it was more unpredictable, unexpected. Miss Nishida, though, had a natural touch in handling cock. Perhaps it was her training as an instructor, a teacher, as she understood how to handle boys, how to help them develop their strengths, how to help them grow and expand, not only with respect to knowledge.

Miss Nishida continued to handle them within their slacks, exploring their hardness, their stiff dicks, sliding her fingers up and down their shafts and drawing her fingers around and around the large, soft bulbs. She even slipped her hands down, underneath, to get to their balls. That was even harder than getting to their cocks, and the boys really squirmed as it was at times rather uncomfortable. She didn't though stay long there, just long enough to tickle them, returning back to their cocks. She turned to each of them, "Does your mother know you have such big penises?"

Eddie and Phillip knew that question wasn't serious. Teachers will often ask rhetorical questions that didn't require an answer. They could also see that the other boys were terribly jealous. Who wouldn't be jealous when the teacher has her hand inside the pants of another boy?

They so much would have enjoyed it. But, they could at least mimic her act. David, Alex, and Michael each had their own hands in their laps or, more precisely, in the crotches of their pants, playing along with their own dicks as Miss Nishida was playing with Eddie's and Phillip's. David even considered slipping his hand inside, but that might be going too far. He wasn't too sure Miss Nishida would approve of one of the students unzipping himself in class and sticking his hand inside his pants. Not too many teachers would. It was precisely what she was doing for Eddie and Phillip but that was their award. He kept his hand outside. It wasn't as much fun as it could be, but it was still pretty darn good.

They were at least treated to the sight of Miss Nishida kneeling on the floor, just in her panties, bra, and nylons, her heaving breasts jiggling so violently as she jerked off the boys in their slacks. It was especially nice for Eddie and Phillip, being so close and standing above her. It's always so pleasing to see a woman's breasts jiggling as she works on your cock, particularly boobs as big as these.

The two boys could feel themselves getting close. "Um, Miss Nishida," Phillip warned.

She stopped her stroking. "Oh, goodness, is Phillip about to wet himself?"

He certainly was, but he didn't particularly like her putting it that way.

"Well, we can't have that, can we? What would your mother say if I let you go home with wet undies?"

"Yes, ma'am." Phillip did in fact still live at home and, frankly, he hadn't actually thought through what he would do if he came in his pants. Alex went straight home after his wardrobe accident, keeping his books at his crotch all the way there, hoping that he wouldn't run into anyone he knew, and then dashing off to his room as soon as he got home, yelling at his mother that he forgot something and had to get it real quick. He hid the wet slacks and underwear in his closet.

"Let's take these young gentleman out so they play in fresh air. Don't you think that would be best, boys?"

They did indeed, and with some further effort, out sprung the two hard, stiff, naked cocks.

There was something incongruous about two naked stiff dicks poking out of boys' slacks in a classroom, but there was nothing incongruous about them pointing at a half-naked woman, kneeling in between them.

The boys in the class could see that the two erect dicks really weren't so especially big. Eddie's was somewhat smaller than Phillip's, and it in fact curved a bit to the right. But, none of that really mattered. In fact, Eddie rather enjoyed the fact that both he and Phillip were pointing their hard cocks at Miss Nishida.

With their cocks out of their pants it was considerably easier for her to fondle and play with them. She danced her fingers along their lengths, sliding just the tips of her fingers up and down the shaft, and then lightly tickling the underside of their crowns. They especially liked that, moaning with approval and arousal.

She gripped both of them more tightly and pulled them in closer to her and to each other, until each of them was just a couple of inches from the other. "I've never had two boys like this before," she admitted. "Two big manly penises, all stiff and proud." The class was largely silent, other than the little squishy sounds the boy's precum was making as Miss Nishida pumped their foreskins on and off their bulbs. She slid her fists up and down the shafts, admiring the sight of the two of them, pointing at each other, their purple bulbs so fully engorged, so swollen. And, for a moment, she let the tips briefly touch each other.

Phillip had already been close, and the sight of Miss Nishida jerking off Eddie's cock as she was jerking off his was just too much. His knees buckled and he cried, "Oh man," as he felt his balls pull up, his dick twitch, and a surge of cum being pumped out of his cock.

Miss Nishida grinned and exclaimed, "Phillip win! He cum first," and she aimed his cock at her cleavage. It twitched in her hand but she kept a firm grip and aim. "Ippai dashite!" The cum shot true to form, splashing right on her deep, full cleavage, and then quickly disappearing down inside her deep valley.

At the sight of Phillip cuming Eddie went over the edge as well. "Me too," he gasped, and Miss Nishida then had two cocks gushing and spurting their loads of cum onto her chest, her brassiere, her breasts, quickly washing her big pink womanly breasts in a mother lode of white gooey gruel.

David as well joined in, shooting off another load into his pants, again though well planned by having inserted a handkerchief to absorb much of the sticky soup. And, Alex did as well, but without the planning of David, wondering if he could possibly get away with this two weeks in a row.

Nobody noticed David or Alex, however, as all eyes were naturally on the shooting dicks of Eddie and Phillip, spitting their wads of gism onto Miss Nishida's big tits, which were now all the more appealing, all the more luscious, being bathed in splats, globs, and ropes of cum. "Monosugoku! Medetashi! Fantasutikku!" she kept exclaiming as the boys continued to cover her tits in ropes and wads of cum.

The boys had to brace themselves with their hands on Miss Nishida's naked shoulder, their legs feeling so weak, their heads feeling faint, their bodies feeling so good, so intensely, fundamentally wonderful as their climaxes gushed through their bodies and out their cocks, onto the gorgeous breasts of their instructor.

When they were done they did feel a little guilty. After all, they had made a pretty big mess on Miss Nishida's boobs. Miss Nishida didn't help.

She said sternly, "Fuketsu!" They didn't know what that meant, but they could tell by the tone of her voice that it wasn't good. "What mean, nasty boys," but with her exaggerated pouting they could tell that she was in fact just joking.

She got off her knees, up from the floor, cum dripping off her pink lacy melons onto her thighs, onto the floor. The boys helped her up.

She was a bit disappointed that the class ended before the bell. The boys had cum sooner than she had anticipated. However, that is perhaps understandable. Boys will be boys. She clasped her hands at her cunnie and bowed to the class, her cleavage opening up to them, a big gob of cum dripping off the tip of one breast onto the floor. "Next week is NERT. Yoku benkyou shinakereba ikemasen yo. You must study hard. Hai?"

Weeks Fourteen and Fifteen

The boys did study hard. It was actually a rather interesting experience for them. Never before had they wanted to do so well on a standardized, national test, never had a test seemed to mean so much to them. It was a very tense bus ride to Abberville, and perhaps even a more tense ride back. They wanted so much to do well for Templeton, for Miss Nishida. Dean Kraemer had even taken the trip with them. He could tell that this could be an historical event for their college.

And, he was right. The Templeton students aced the test hands down. They demonstrated, by far, the best improvement of any college. There was even some suspicion that the Templeton students might have sandbagged the first test, purposely getting low scores so that they could easily demonstrate the most improvement. However, arguing against that charge was that their initial scores were no lower than those of any other college, and no lower than the scores that had been made the previous year by Templeton. Plus, there was no compelling reason that students would purposely do poorly on the standardized test as it was precisely this exam that required that the student enroll within the remedial class. Nobody had ever known anyone who wanted to get into remedial English (but that might be a problem next year). No, it was just simply a fact that the Templeton students had demonstrated significantly more improvement. Word spread across campus. Not only would Miss Nishida retain her job, but the buzz was that she would be a shoe-in for Teacher of the Year.

Miss Nishida could not have been prouder of her students. She knew she should do, had to do, something to demonstrate her pleasure, her pride, in their performance. She provided that demonstration on the final award day.

It began like any other, but it didn't stay that way for long.

"So atsui today, hai?" She took off her jacket. That wasn't unusual. But, it wasn't long before she complained again. "Too hot, too hot," she said, and momentarily stopped writing on the chalkboard to unzip her skirt. It once again fell to the floor. She stepped out of it, bent over, and picked it up. She was again wearing her white blouse, and it fully covered her panties, even when she bent over. However, a teacher without her skirt, covered only by her blouse, was still plenty sexy. She carefully folded the skirt and laid it on her desk. She turned to her class. "This okay?"

They all nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, Miss Nishida," they agreed in unison.

"Supashi-bo!" she replied and bowed, resuming her lecture, the boys keeping a careful eye on the fringe of her blouse as she continued her presentation, the blouse at times flipping up, revealing a bit more nylon, a bit more thigh.

Minutes later she was again feeling warm. She fanned her face with her notepad, her straight black hair flipping up with the little wisps of air. "My, I don't know how you boys can stand it. Much too warm, today. May I please?" They just nodded this time.

She undid the buttons of her blouse. She didn't do it as slowly this time. After all, she did have a lot of material to cover that day. She turned away from the class as she removed the blouse from her shoulders, her arms. As she did so, her pantied bottom came into view. She was wearing today purple lace bikini panties that barely covered her fanny. Much of the bottom of her cheeks were bare, and the rest was hardly covered at all, being snugly wrapped in transparent, diaphanous lace, and Miss Nishida had such a pretty perky bottom. She was such a petite little thing, with such a deliciously little purple round derriere.

She turned around to lay the blouse down on her skirt and one then saw how big she was elsewhere, her breasts now dressed in a matching purple, charmeuse and lace overlay, deep plunging brassiere. The cleavage was revealing enough, but much to the boys' delight, one could readily see Miss Nishida's nipples through the lace. Their cocks were all now rock hard, and they were not even yet half way through the class. Their eyes also went quickly to between her legs. The bikini panty barely covered her cunnie. It seemed like the edges of her mound were peeking out the sides. But, regrettably, there was a large embroidery of a trophy right where the boys wanted to see most.

Miss Nishida continued her lectures, as if it was perfectly normal to be wearing only a brassiere, panties, thigh high nylons, and heels while teaching class. She wasn't even worried about Dean Kraemer stopping by unexpectedly. How could she get in trouble now, given the performance of her students on the NERT?

The boys particularly enjoyed her dress, or undress, when she visited their desks, helping them to understand a particular problem or note. The boy in front enjoyed getting a real good close-up peek, actually much more than a peek, into her brassiere. The boy in back delighted in the tight curves of her bottom, as well as the little pouch peeking out between her thighs as she bent over to instruct. Wouldn't it be nice if all pretty teachers taught this way? David wondered how he could possibly make it through the class today, as he could already feel himself getting close to cumming, quietly playing with himself as he gazed at the teacher in her undies.

Halfway through the hour she announced, "I just can't get comfortable today. So overdressed." She smiled at the boys as she reached behind her, thrusting her breasts out as she did so, and unclasped her brassiere. She kept her brassiere in place with one hand as she withdrew each arm from the strap. Once both straps were hanging ineffectively from the brassiere, she pulled her hands away. The bra momentarily stayed in place, seemingly glued to her breasts, but then slipped off, falling to the floor. "Oh, so sorry," she said, placing a hand to her mouth in a mock gesture of shock and embarrassment.

At least a few of the boys could now feel themselves close to cumming. Her breasts were so wonderful, so huge, so white, so luscious. Two really large globes of succulent flesh, capped by such perky nips, poking up so proudly. Miss Nishida bowed to them, letting, causing, them to wiggle and jiggle so provocatively. They were really quite the sight, such big jugs mounted on such a petite frame.

Miss Nishida then continued her lecture, her tits jiggling, bobbling, and wiggling with every little movement, now that there was nothing whatsoever to hold them still. And, to make it even worse, or better, whenever a boy answered correctly, Miss Nishida pattered up to him, her heels clicking on the floor, her breasts swinging and bobbling as she walked, to give him a little hug, momentarily crushing his face into those soft, full, luscious pillows.

She could see that each boy had an erection. She didn't mind. It was only natural. She even gave a couple of the little rockets a squeeze as she hugged the boy, David in particular. There was simply no way he was going to last through this class, feeling Miss Nishida's soft, squishy breasts smothering his face as her fingers pinched the head of his dick.

Time passed quickly for the second half of the class, and it wasn't long before it was time to announce the winner. Miss Nishida stood before the class, her breasts towering over her notepad, her nipples standing up like little statuettes. "Today's winner will be boy who most instrumental in our illustrious victory at National Education Remediation Test." It was quite different criteria than she had been using before, and she hadn't indicated on the syllabus that she would be using different criteria for the last and probably best award. The boys could register a protest with the ombudsman, but they didn't and wouldn't complain. It was certainly an appropriate and very reasonable revision, and when they heard the name of the winner, they were actually quite happy for him. "David! Kongurachure-shonzu! Please come to front of room to get award."

Miss Nishida could not be happier. She could feel moisture forming in her eyes, as well as somewhere else. She never felt so proud of a student before, never felt more eager to provide the award. David had worked so hard, and came from such a long way back. Perhaps he did have an advantage in that regard. The boy with the lowest points on the initial administration of the exam had more of an opportunity to improve. Nevertheless, nobody was really more deserving, and certainly nobody had worked harder.

David was shocked. He had no idea that he stood any chance of winning. He was just happy knowing he would be excluded (none was to be excluded from the final award). Although, when he heard what the criteria would be for the award, his ears had perked up. He knew that his difference score had to be amongst the best, and now he had won. He had actually won.

He hurriedly got up from his desk, almost knocking it over, and then, momentarily forgetting that he was sporting one giant erection, made his way to the front of the class, his trousers proudly sticking out in front of him, as if the award was to be given to his dick. Actually, that was in fact quite true.

There was a bit of smirking on the faces of the boys as they watched David as he strode up to Miss Nishida, his dick poking out so clearly, like he in fact had stuffed a trophy into his pants, but it was really good-natured snickering. They were all sporting erections themselves and would have had the same problem if they had been in his shoes, and all of them wished they were.

David's eyes went back and forth between Miss Nishida's eyes and her breasts as he got closer and closer to his prize. He wondered what it might be, and he wondered if he could last long enough to receive it.

Miss Nishida took his hand and led him to the side of her desk. "David, I am most proud that you win. You certainly work as hard as any student I have known."

"Yes, ma'am," he replied.

Miss Nishida took her position at the side of the desk, facing David, who now stood sideways to the class, his hard-on quite visibly evident. He suddenly became aware of it and quickly covered it up, but Miss Nishida gently, firmly, removed his hands. "No, no, you should be proud of him too. He is what motivated you to work so hard."

She got down on her knees and planted a light kiss on the tip of his bulge. David tried to think of something else, looking away, not being able to stand the severity of this pleasure.

Miss Nishida then unbuckled his belt, unzipped his slacks and, her breasts delightfully wiggling, with one quick smooth motion, pulled his slacks and boxers down together, freeing his stiff cock, popping out into the air like an obscene jack-in-the-box, along with the handkerchief. His face turned beet red. He had forgotten about that.

Its sudden appearance drew a few more snickers, but a couple of the boys in fact wished they had thought of that themselves. David wasn't so dumb after all. Miss Nishida picked it up, brought it to her nose, and smiled at him as she sniffed his manly scent. She laid it on the desk behind her.

She then turned her attention to what was most important and said, "Kawaii," and translated herself as saying, "Very, very handsome." She leaned forward, opened her lips and absorbed David's hard cock into her mouth.

The class gasped and David moaned, "Oh man." This was really so terribly too much. He squeezed his hands into fists, feeling her tongue lapping and licking away at the head of his cock.

Fortunately, she did not stay there long. There was really very little time left. She got back up on her feet, kissed David on the cheek, her breasts briefly pressing against his chest, turned around, looked back, and said, "David, please, pull panties down?"

David's trembling fingers grabbed hold of her panty's waistband, his cock pointing so stiffly at her butt.

"Just down to my nylons. Not all the way." She gave him a flirtatious smile, "I should at least keep my panties on, don't you think?"

"Yes, ma'am," he replied, his mind rather confused at this point. He pulled her panties down to the top of her nylons, while his eyes were fixed closely on her bum. It was as pretty, as perky, as sweet, as he had imagined it would be. It was like she had a bottom of a girl and the breasts of a woman. It was a really powerfully erotic combination.

His eyes naturally followed down the crack of her derriere to the even more enticing crack of her pussy, which was still fully shaved. It was now even glistening in the harsh light of the classroom. Miss Nishida had become quite aroused herself, putting on such a slowly drawn out strip show throughout that day's lecture, playing with the boys' cocks, pressing her naked breasts into their boyish faces. She wanted David's cock almost as much he wanted her c*nt.

She bent over her desk and parted her thighs. She could not spread them far due to her panties, but it was enough to provide him a clear target. She reached back and grasped the lips of her pussy with her fingers and spread herself open to him, showing him her moist, wet insides, offering him a very clear view of where to put his hard, yearning cock.

The boys again gasped with shock and delight at the obscene pose of their teacher. Eddie found himself suddenly overcome, shooting and gushing his load into his pants, keeping his eyes on Miss Nishida , as he repeatedly spurted his hot, sticky stuff into his briefs. He knew he would have a problem afterward, but at this point he just didn't care. Not too many times in his life would he see something like this again. He almost regretted graduating from remedial English.

Miss Nishida said softly, "Anata ni sore o suru ki ga areba shite mo ii desu. If you want to, if it pleases you, you can do it."

It certainly would please him, and David, without any hesitation, without any foreplay, leaned down into her and shoved his cock up into her wet, tight, hot hole.

"Unnnnhh," Miss Nishida groaned as she felt his cock slide up her vagina. He wasn't big. He was even smaller than Eddie, but it had been awhile since any cock had been inside her, and it felt plenty big enough. Plus, it was a cock of a young man, one of her students, and at the moment that made it feel even better, more pleasing, than most any cock she had felt there before. She pushed her butt back at David, encouraging him to shove it in deeper.

He certainly did so. He had never felt anything so wonderful before. His cock was so thoroughly, completely embraced by the soft, wet, slick folds of her c*nt, clinging, caressing, and clutching his cock as he slid it in and out, now openly fucking his teacher over her desk, pounding his cock in her pussy.

Miss Nishida responded in kind, grinding her hips, meeting his thrusts with her own. She let go of her c*nt lips and slid the hand beneath her, underneath her, to get to her clit as he fucked her c*nt. She groaned with lust as she made contact with its little stiffness, as his much bigger stiffness continued to work her c*nt, plunging in and out like a plumber's snake cleaning a pipe.

"Oh, Miss Nishida," David groaned as he felt his orgasm overwhelm him.

"Naimenteki, David," Miss Nishida sighed, "Inside, cum inside me."

He followed her instruction, drove himself deep inside and released his load, his cock jerking and twitching in her cunnie as it spurted out it's seed.

"Oh David," she moaned as she felt him gushing his juices far up inside her, and her own climax then swept her away, her body suddenly exhibiting spasms and twitches, her c*nt itself shuddering with her passion, her orgasmic climax.

David fell onto her back as his cock continued to squirt and spray into her c*nt, feeling really too weak to hold himself up and wanting to feel close to Miss Nishida, to embrace her as he dick spurted and twitched inside her.

Miss Nishida quietly whimpered as she felt David fall onto her back, lost herself in her own orgasmic reverie, her own bliss. "Hmmmmmmm," was all that she could whisper.

RRRRRRRNNNNNNNGGGGGGGG!

It was quite a jolt, for the both of them. Nobody actually wanted to leave. Two of the boys stumbled out of the class, holding books to their crotches to hide their erections, the other two not hiding erections, but hiding the reason their erections were gone. Some were heading for home, others for the lavatory. David pulled himself away from Miss Nishida, his shriveling penis slipping easily out of her vagina, and bringing with it quite a bit of slop that quickly ran down her leg.

He knew he should go quickly, as Miss Nishida had to dress and clean up the class, and herself, before the next class arrived. He slipped his cock back into his pants and turned to leave, but Miss Nishida grabbed him just as quick and turned him back toward her, and her breasts, now glistening with perspiration.

"That was lovely, David, really lovely. I'm so happy for you." She gave him another kiss on the cheek. David bowed to her and said, "Supashi-bo sensei." He learned perhaps the most important lesson of all: good things will cum when you study hard.