Bobby J (original story) wrote:
Miss Marie - Everyone's favourite teacher by Bobby J (original story)
Miss Marie was a young substitute teacher at St. Williams School. She was a stunning blonde, with a slim figure and a cute smile. She often wore skirts and shirts, appropriate attire for her classes, though the students still fantasised about her as she was by far the most attractive teacher at the school.
It was coming up to summer-time and female students and female teachers were beginning to wear summer skirts, which, rather than being tight fitting were instead loose around the legs.
During the Media lesson that Miss Marie was teaching, some of the boys were trying to look up her skirt, a cream coloured material with a flowery print, however they had no joy, much to their disappointment. That was until Miss caught her skirt on sharp, jagged edge of a desk and snagged her skirt, causing it to rip all down one side revealing her entire leg and a bit of her underwear. The rip was loud and every student undoubtedly heard. Miss was now the centre of attention.
‘Oh my!’ The blushing teacher turned toward the class. A few comments were being mumbled across the class.
‘Can someone volunteer to go to lost property for me and pick up something for me to change into’ Miss looked at the students but no one was sure how to respond due to the situation.
‘I will miss, but on one condition! Take the skirt off’ said one student with a massive grin.
The teacher was speechless, not knowing how to react to the recent advancement of the predicament she was in.
‘You might as well miss, it’s already torn and we’ve seen glimpses of your knickers now anyway!’
‘And you promise you’ll get me some clothes to change into if i remove the skirt?’ Miss was still unsure but saw no other option, either show her knickers to a few students, or run across the entire school to the lost property with half her ass and leg on show.
Miss began to pull the skirt down gradually, suddenly there was silence as her red knickers came into view. The skirt came further down to her thighs, Miss Marie let the skirt fall past her knees and to her ankles.
‘I can’t believe she actually did it!’ said one of the female students, as a few others were similarly surprised at the teacher’s co-operation. After hearing this, miss was suddenly aware that she was now stood in front of the class in just her white shirt and cardigan and her red panties. Her cheeks were as red as her knickers, she began to realise that the student may have only been joking previously about losing the skirt and perhaps, she had prematurely followed the order!
‘Can someone get me some spare clothes now?’
‘Sure miss’ a boy rushed out to get some spare clothes for her
Miss stood, blushing, with all eyes on her. She decided she’d be more covered sat at her desk, hiding her predicament slightly better than standing for all to see. The coldness of her chair again reiterated her lack of a skirt, she prayed the boy would hurry back.
After about 10 minutes of so, the male student came rushing back, grinning as he came through the door with a handful of clothes, miss looked relieved but was hesitant.
‘ This is all that was there miss’ he held up a pair of grey cotton shorts that looked too small for the teacher
‘Before I give them to you though, you have to…’ The boy thought for a while to think of a new rule to impose
‘Take off the shirt!’ shouted out a female student
‘No, this has gone far enough’ Miss tried to input some authority
‘Take off your shirt or i’ll do it for you, and if you don't follow the rules again i’ll take those cute panties of yours too’
Miss Marie blushed. She felt a tear trickle down her cheek as she removed her cardigan and began to unbutton her shirt. Her matching red bra came into view, revealing her perky breasts within. Eventually she removed the shirt and placed it aside, now standing in her matching, red panties and bra, her smooth legs, skinny tummy and cleavage all on show.
Rather than give over the shorts, the students wanted to have more fun with the vulnerable teacher. Instead however, miss began to put on her cardigan again.
‘What are you doing?!’ questioned a student
‘You only asked me to remove my shirt’ miss managed to speak through her embarrassment.
‘Well thats fair i suppose, i kinda like that look with your unbuttoned cardigan teasing us with a glimpse of your red bra and breasts. How about we play for the bra? if you do some dares you get the shorts, if you don’t, you lose the bra. you in?’
Miss knew she had no option and begrudgingly nodded.
The students in the class began to whisper and giggle before announcing the first dare that the teacher had to do.
‘First, you have to go round and kiss every student on the lips’ the female student gave an evil grin.
Miss looked defeated and proceeded to approach some of the male students, kissing them on the lips felt humiliating, being forced to kiss younger students. She then headed toward the female students, still blushing she kissed one of the girls who took advantage of the situation and poked her tongue on too, miss tried to back away but was held and made to taste the girl.
After some dissuasion and more whispering, a student piped up with the next dare;
‘From now on you have to be a cat, you have to crawl around on all fours and we’ll draw whiskers on your face’
Some student started laughing, a female student then grabbed a back pen from her bag and walked over to miss Marie and drew some whiskers on her cute little nose. A tear fell down the teacher’s cheek but was ignored by the students who now demanded her to start crawling around. Which she did, she slowly started to move around on all fours like a child, she felt completely embarrassed. As she shuffled past some of the students, she gave them a great view of her bum, covered only by her knickers. Her little cardigan failed to hide her hanging, jiggling breasts which too were only covered by the red material of her bra.
‘My cat usually sits on my lap’ One boy stated to an eruption of sniggers.
Without being told, miss marie proceeded to get up and sit on the boy’s lap. After a while he began to ‘stroke’ her like he would with a real cat. His hands moved under the cardigan and up and down her back and then to her bottom. This then provoked other students to do the same, still sat on this boy’s lap, the teacher was now being stroked by many sets of hands, on her legs, her ass, her stomach and occasionally the tops of her breasts.
Both miss and one of the girl students noticed that the boy who’s lap the teacher was sat on had an erection which was poking against Miss Marie’s ass.
‘If you like giving boy’s erections miss, why don’t you give a lap dance to one of them’
‘Please, don't make me’
The girl began to stroke miss’ back once more until she reached her bra, she then unclasped it.
Miss shrieked as her boobs were nearly being exposed. Miss stood up and was told to remove the bra or it would get taken off for her. The teacher turned away from the students and removed her cardigan once again, her unclasped bra now the only item hiding her breasts, she removed the shoulder straps of the bra and took it off, covering with one arm, she put the cardigan back on and faced the class.
‘Happy?!’ miss was holding back the tears.
Her cardigan remained unbuttoned, giving a great view of her exposed shapely breasts, though all the while, it concealed her nipples.
‘Sit on my lap again miss’ The boy from earlier perked up
The vulnerable teacher did as told, and, as expected the hands started to ‘stroke’ and rub all of miss’ body. This time however, the hands were more confident, running their hands against her breasts and delicately touching her nipples which stiffened. Some hands even began to drift more and occasionally brushed against the front of her knickers. Miss felt humiliated though the touches to her intimate area sparked her sensitivity and ignited a sense of arousal which she tried to hide.
‘Make her do that lap dance!’
‘Pick who ever you want miss, but you’ve got to be super sexy’
Miss walked over to one of the male students, he was the oldest looking of the boys. Miss then awkwardly straddled her legs, sitting on his lap facing him. She gently kissed his lips and started to gyrate her hips slightly. She got up and turned around and stuck her bum into his lap and moved it up and down, she could feel his erection rubbing against her bottom. The boy grabbed her waist and pulled her body toward him. The teacher turned to face him and he started to kiss her, this time sticking his tongue in her mouth, miss squealed slightly but continued. Miss now sat on his lap facing him once more. The boy opened her cardigan and pushed it off of her shoulders and down her arms, miss marie looked at him, pleading with her eyes not to remove the item of clothing but her continued until it was off. The boy now seizing control of the defeated, exposed teacher, feeling her boobs, holding her close.
Miss felt and looked awkward.
‘Keep moving those hips miss’ other students laughed.
Miss sighed and resumed her hip motion, rubbing her pussy against his erection, after a while her gyration began to speed up. As the boy looked up at his teacher, he realised she had her eyes closed and was beginning to breath heavier. He was aware of what was happening and started to run his finger along the front of her panties, soon after Miss marie whispered in his ear to stop, she begged him to stop. Eventually he did, he removed his hand from her intimate area and placed it on her ass. He then took her by surprise and pulled the back of her underwear to one side, revealing her ass, suddenly he boldly stuck a finger inside of her ass.
‘Aaaaah, Oh my g-…..’ The teacher shrieked out
The class, seeing this, began to laugh
Miss then whispered into the boy’s ear again,
‘please take it out, you can rub my pussy again, please just take it out! the teacher begged
The boy did as she asked, moving his fingers against the front of her knickers again. After a while the boy slid his fingers into the side of her panties and continued rubbing, this time however the blonde teacher said nothing. After a little more time, the boy made another bold move and unzipped his trouser flies and taking out his erect dick, though hiding it from the eyes of the onlooking class. He guided her hand onto it before pulling the front of her knickers aside, revealing for the first time her hairless, smooth pussy, though only he could see it. He guided his dick and slowly started to move it into the teacher.
‘Please, not here, not in front of everyone’ miss marie whispered through her heavy breathing.
the boy said nothing, then kissed her again.
shortly after the teacher started to breath heavier and moan, much to the excitement of the class, similarly, the male student was groaning and suddenly he let out a loud groan and ejaculated inside of the teacher. She was shocked and stood up from the boy, revealing his dick to the other students.
‘Oh my… she was actually ...ing him!’ one girl stated what she saw
Miss Marie stood in front of the class with her underwear still to one side, with the boy’s cum running off, her breasts completely on show. She was shocked and flustered, she pulled her red knickers down and wiped her pussy
‘I can't believe I just… Oh dear, oh no! Miss mumbled frantically
‘We can’t believe it either miss, but I video’d it to prove it!’
The girl held up her phone showing the young blonde teacher riding against the boy, breathing heavy. Her long blonde hair flowing over her shoulders and down her back, showing off her young, round breasts with her ass only covered by her bright red underwear.
‘Looks like we’ll be in control of our lessons from now on miss’
The bell rang and the students left, the young teacher rested against her desk, her panties still half way down her thighs.
Janienudiepants wrote:
Worst rip... torn shorts by Janienudiepants
The worst tear I ever had in my clothes was not in a dress, although I've had plenty of those. It was in a pair of baggy bloomer shorts with pockets. I was opening a door with the European-style door handle, not a knob, to step out the door and descend down the stairs from an apartment. I had just been doing campaign soliciting with a couple of nice Democrat boys (I know serves me right), when I stepped out the door and somehow stepped so the hook door handle hung up inside my shorts pocket. As I tired to take another step there was only one noise "rrrrrrrrrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiippppppppppppppp..............." and a moment later I realized I had torn that whole side off my shorts out, pocket or not. My panties showed plainly with half of my cover blown. I felt nude, no mortified -- these guys were just standing there watching me struggle, mostly exposed, underwear showing these little print pattern briefs with some flying birdies or flowers or something on them. I wore a pair of classy light shorts from the Loft I adored, only they tore so easily that I was now so humiliated it happened, that I was exposed in shock. Once I gained my composure, I tried to gather up what little was left of my right pants leg, holding it in one hand, my clipboard with the other, covering myself as best I could so that I could struggle down the stairs out to the street, my two sniggering friends choking back laughter at what I had done. They were beside themselves with laughter, I could tell, though they bit their tongues.
I was sooo embarrassed at myself, although I fashioned some safety pin closures I borrowed at the next house. I surveyed and stumped with my undies still exposed the rest of that survey.... It was surreal, almost worse than tripping during a fashion show, or maybe a product exhibit or giving a Shriner's convention.speech ...lol.
Humiliating, absolutely humiliating!!!! If those guys ever knew how embarrassed I felt -- I'd die.
(redfaced) Janie