Part III
The first floor halls filled with the laughter and voices of a dozen students. The senior Ping Pong team was dressed and ready to board the bus to a game with the rival County High. As they all walked the halls, the familiar ding from the elevator was heard. The doors opened but no one was there. Pamela Mosby was curious, as captain of the team she felt the obligation to investigate as she could clearly hear the sound of someone pressing a button repeatedly. The team behind her, they looked in to see Miss Jessica Truth. All of Miss Jessica Truth, as God intended for her to be, totally naked and blushing from her head to her toes and everything in between. For in her naked panic, Jessica was not hitting the “Close Door” button but the “Open Door” button.
“Why Miss Truth, your naked!” Pamela said loudly. The guys behind her were growing in enjoyment of the sight of their naked teacher.
“Please just let me get to my class room.” Jessica pleaded as she tried, unsuccessfully to cover her boobs and pussy with her hands.
“Very well.” Pamela, not normally one to hold a grudge but she did just get a C on her last paper from Jessica. “Troops, line up.” The 12 students instinctively stood, separated in pairs and lined up down the hall. Jessica breathed a sigh of relief, she was going to at least get to her class room now. That was until she saw each of them standing in honor guard fashion, each holding up a ping pong paddle and grinning.
Inside her classroom, Jessica tried to sit down in her chair but understandably could not. She opened her supplies closet and began redressing. She was glad she had extra clothes.
Nearly 30 more minutes passed when the totally naked Coach jumped into her class room. He was sweating and looking very flustered.
“What took you so long?” Jessica asked. Coach just gritted his teeth and looked up.
Part IV
Forty minutes before entering Jessica’s classroom, Coach, completely naked and still a bit on the excited state, if you know what I mean, moved carefully down the first floor halls. He had avoided detection thus far but the only unlocked classroom he had found had some strange noises, voices, really moans sounding much like DaNeesha and Deon. The home stretch was left. He could see clearly down toward the elevator. Halfway between was Jessica Truth’s classroom and the clothing he so longed to wear. Then the kids.
The bustling sound of multiple students began to rumble his way. He panicked. Jessica’s room was too far, so he tried every door he could, then with luck, just as the group of students rounded the corner turned a knob, fell into a classroom and closed the door behind him. Quickly he locked the door and sighed, his naked ass pressed against the door.
On the opposite side of the classroom was the newest substitute teacher, Miss Sweet Thang. The only caucausion teacher in the school. Not only was she an inspector for the district, but a fully accredited substitute. She was given the assignment to teach here the rest of the semester after unfortunately being caught naked in the school yard. This was her punishment by the school board.
As she pressed the chalk firmly against the board, preparing for the next day’s assignments, she turned to see quite a sight. Her blonde hair, and dark roots shimmering in the fluorescent lighting.
“Oh my Goodness!” She yelled out quite loudly. This sound was lessened as the group of students Coach was ducking passed by the door. For now she looked on to Coach, naked in all his glory. She looked at his bare chest, his strong abs, his half erect manhood, his strong legs, his half erect manhood again.
“Miss Sweet Thang.” The only two words Coach could utter, then looking down realizing his dick was in full view. He covered it with both hands, one of the best CFNM moments the school had witnessed. She sauntered up to him with a purposeful step. He tried to open the door, freeing one hand briefly but not realizing the lock prevented him from escaping. She now stood before his nude body and looked up at his eyes.
“Coach!” her voice cracked a bit but recovered. “You have the audacity to enter my class room, completely naked.” She scanned his physique again. “What are you thinking?!”
“I, ah.” He tried to speak but could not.
“You think by coming in her with all your sweaty muscles,” Miss Sweet Thang pressed her finger against his pecks. She repeated the poke a few more times admiring how they bounced back. “You think these, ah, firm, strong muscle, and,” she now pressed her hand against his strong stomach. “showing these strong abs, um, these very firm abs.” Her hand began rubbing his mid section. Then her eyes locked on his one handed attempt to hide what not even two could hide. “You come in his displaying that, that, that thing. That, what is that about 10 inches?” She swallowed and pulled his hand away, he allowed it still stunned by the situation.
“It was an accident, I, I, I.” Coach was still speechless.
“You sir think by just walking into my class room, when everyone has gone home, come in here exposing yourself like that. What kind of woman do you think I am!” She now reached behind her head, pulled a series of bobby pins free. Her bottle blond hair fell across her shoulders. Coach liked blonds, a lot. “Sir, just by taking off all your clothing you think I will just simply unbutton my blouse, like so.” Each button was undone with the greatest of care, one by one, until they reached the top of the waist band of her long skirt. Her black bra now completely visible, her D sized breasts bulging out the top with a tremendous amount of cleavage. She pulled the blouse free and rolled it off her shoulders, letting it cascade to the floor below. Coach was becoming more and more excited, his cock showing it. “You must believe I would drop my blouse, and even, dare I say, unhook my bra.” Reaching behind she easily undid the back and then two milky white with large pink nipples came into view. Coach did not take his eyes off them. “This is uncalled for. It would not be proper for me now to just unzip my skirt,” the skirt was now unzipped, it slid gracefully down her long shapely legs to pool at her feet. Her garter belt and panties matching her bra. “Am I just some every day floozy who will drop her panties, like so,” The panties were not pulled down revealing a nonexistent bush. Secretly Coach imagined her puss but never dreamed it would be clean shaven. He was now fully erect. “Lets just realize that it would now be proper for me to get down on the floor and take your penis, into my……
It was now Coach realized how strong she actually was. Granted she was about the same height of Jessica, but after she finished insuring his full attention with a, what she said the kids called a “hummer,” she forced him down onto a table, throwing the contents across the formerly ordered room. He was at her mercy; he was lost in the moment.
Thirty minutes and half a dozen of her orgasms later she sat up. He was spent, happy but very spent. Miss Sweet Thang opened her desk drawer, pulled out a cigarette and lit up. As Coach put his arm around her in a vain attempt to cuddle, she pushed him away. After a strong whiff he smelled, it was not a cigarette at all, it was a joint! She was puffing away with a little marijuana. Coach was taken aback by this. He stood and, still naked, headed for the door. As the door closed behind him he took one last admiring look at her naked self. She was puffing away, her legs spread wide and she gave a wink as he left.
Now he made his way to Jessica’s classroom.
Continued....
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