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Uncle Bud writes of his days as a college instructor, the teasing he's encountered, and his enjoyment of it. He tells of women who enjoy making men hard and aching with just the right flash of smooth leg and a glimpse of prettily pantied crotch; and the power they hold over a teaser-loving man.
I've heard a lot of guys complain about women who'll carry on in a manner that will cause your cock to stiffen up real hard, but then not take things any further than putting a good ache in your balls and a swelling in your joint. Well some men may not like it but I appreciate a good prick-teaser. There really is a fine art to real prick-teasing, and a woman who knows that art can make a guy like me want aching balls.
When I have the good fortune to spend anytime in the company of a prick-teasing woman, I'm always most appreciative. I don't mind having to eventually leave their nasty presence with aching balls and a throbbing hard prick. I know I'll be pumping the cream right out once I get into private, remembering the fine display they've given me.
Although I'm recently retired, I was an instructor at a nearby junior college a couple of years ago. Oh what hot little teasers those co-eds can be. In their fashionable short skirts and high-heeled pumps - why I can't even begin to count the number of times I'd be sitting behind my desk at the front of the room, feeling the aching frustration in my swollen prick and balls, as I looked out at one or two of the female students in short skirts sitting in the front row.
There were many times when I'd wonder if any one of the smooth legged young women would realize what she was showing me as she wiggled her firm, round ass in the seat to get comfortable, opening her legs just wide and long enough for me to get a peek at her pretty little panties covered crotch. I would sit behind my big wood desk, where no one could see the hard bulge in my slacks, and watch for skirt wearing co-eds as they walked into the classroom. I would often pretend to be busy reading, holding a book or paper up, when I was actually watching those provocatively dressed young women lowering themselves into their desks. Jesus! Just thinking back to that time now gets my rod aching and throbbing in a way that I'm sure would make any hot little prick-teaser extremely proud of her talents and powers.
Yes indeed, sitting there at the front of the room afforded me a view that I knew could almost always get me a little peek up their short tight skirts. Oh, the joys of working with eager young students! There were many class periods when I didn't dare leave my desk because of the extremely conspicuous bulge those shapely legged, and prettily pantied youngsters produced in my pants. Lucky for me, my office was adjacent to my classroom. After class, when all the students were out of the room, I'd rush to my office, lock the door behind me, and pull out my engorged prick. I would indulge myself in a vigorous session of fantasy and "tool polishing" that always led to shooting my load in a big way. I'd imagine myself with one of those sexy little co-eds in my office. She'd lean over my desk, pull her tight little skirt up around her slender waist, and jut her firm, round, pantied ass towards me, telling me I could rub my prick against it if I'd promise to let her pass the next class exam. Oh, I'd be pumping my stiff prick, picturing myself rubbing it against her hot ass. Yes, those sexily dressed young women inspired many a draining jerk-off session in my old office there.
But one day, those fantasies became a reality. I'd just entered my office after the class ended when I heard a light, feminine knock at the door. When I opened it, there stood Shelly Owens, one of the fantasy-inspiring students. I had spent much of the earlier class hour stealing peeks at her long, smooth legs, encased in sheer black stockings accenting each delicious curve.
They were displayed so prettily below a short and tight emerald green skirt and atop black stiletto heels. Yes, you can bet I was getting all the peeks I could that afternoon as Shelley and the class worked on an essay exam. She asked if she could talk with me about the exam, so I invited her in.
I sat at my desk and invited her to have a seat in the only other chair in the room that sat beside the desk. As she sat she wriggled her firm round ass into the seat cushion and crossed her long legs in a slow provocative manner. She began by telling me that she was concerned that her grades in my class were very poor and that she wanted to find a way to improve them.
It took all my energy to keep from simply staring at her sexy legs, so close and so beautifully sexy. I began to tell her that studying was really the only way she was going to improve her test scores. She told me she did study but still wasn't able to remember everything she read. As she spoke she let the shiny black pump slip from her heel and dangle on her toes. I couldn't help but look glance down quickly to catch a peek at her legs and that sexily dangling `FM' pump. Needless to say, I could feel my penis stiffen and rise in my slacks instantly, causing a growing bulge that I covered with my folded hands.
"Aside from referring you to a student tutor, Shelly, I'm not sure there's anything I can, uh ..." I lost all train of thought as she uncrossed her legs in a slow and deliberate manner, giving me a flashing peek up her tight skirt, and causing me to stop abruptly in mid-sentence. I saw that she wasn't wearing pantyhose, but stockings with garters.
She smiled at me innocently, looking very attentive, waiting for me to go on.
"I, uh, was saying," I began again, trying to regain the composure I was losing under the sweet view of her deliciously long legs, "I, ummm, don't know of anything else that could be of help." As I spoke I noticed that she was looking at my hands folded over my lap. I felt suddenly nervous that she was noticing my growing erection, and fell silent again. She settled back into the chair, wriggling her bum again as if getting more comfortable, which caused her skirt to raise an inch or two up her thighs.
"Is everything alright, Mr. Sanders," she asked innocently as she lingeringly recrossed those long lovely legs, letting her skirt slide higher up her smooth thighs, "You seem a bit agitated?"
"I-I'm f-fine," I managed to say, "J-just fine, Shelly. Now about improving your grades..." I began when her dangling pump dropped from her slender foot to the floor with a loud thump, derailing my train of thought as I tried to keep from staring at her feet and legs.
"Oh, Mr. Sanders," she smiled, "I'm sure there's something I can do to help my grades, don't you?"
Saying that she leaned down and with one hand slipped her high-heel back onto her foot. As she sat back up she let her red nailed fingers lightly trail up her leg, stopping at her skirt hem and toying with it.
"There's just got to be a little something we could arrange that would most definitely raise my grades," she said nonchalantly, then added with a teasing smile, "raise my grades and other THINGS."
She ran her hand across her bare thigh, over her knee, then back up to the skirt hem and began talking in a low throaty voice as she looked at me, "I've learned that I have certain assets, you might say, that are appreciated by particular kinds of people, Mr. Sanders."
She continued stroking her thigh as I sat spellbound at the sight and words. She continued, "Yes, Mr. Sanders, I believe there is a little something I can do - a little something we can work out that will be beneficial for both of us."
She stood and stepped with slow provocative steps towards me. Standing in her stiletto heels near me her legs seemed to go on forever and she appeared to tower above me.
"When it comes to taking tests, I may not be outstanding," she turned so that she faced the desk, giving me a profile view of her standing an arm's length away, and placed both hands on the desk top, leaning forward and flexing her legs atop those high nasty heeled shoes, "But when it comes to my legs," she turned her face to me and smiled as she jutted her firm, high ass out, "I've been told I'm very outstanding! A lot of men like my legs, Mr. Sanders. I've known that for several years now. Do you like my legs, sir?"
I couldn't speak at that point, but only shake my head yes.
"Mmmmmmm," she murmured as if very pleased with my admission, then added, "I'll bet you do, Mr. Sanders. I'll bet you like them enough to reward me if I were to give you a special little leg show here in your office - no touching, just looking. Do you think that then my grades would improve, sir?"
Again I shook my head yes, and managed a hoarse, "Of course, Shelly, of course it will improve them."
She turned slowly and perched herself up on the desk. "I'm going to give YOU a test now, Mr. Sanders. I saw you looking at my legs today in class, trying to peek up my short skirt. Can you tell me what color panties I'm wearing today, sir?" she asked teasingly, "If you guess right, Shelly will let you see them. Would you like that, Mr. Sanders - I do fit them rather well, sir."
She smiled coyly and winked, as her hands played lightly across the tops of her thighs.
"I'll give you a little hint, they're a wickedly nasty color," she giggled and continued running her hands across her legs.
"Well, Shelly," I began. My stiff prick was throbbing and aching in my pants. The anticipation was painfully delicious.
"I'd have to guess black Shelley - you're wearing black panties."
"Oh, Mr Sanders, you're right. Now I'm gonna let you see them." Placing a hand on each knee, she spread her legs and let me look up those long smooth sexy thighs, into her tropical valley of delights. Sure enough, her mound was snugly covered with black sheer nylon panties. I could see her neatly trimmed bush through the thin fabric. She tugged up slightly on her skirt to afford me a better view.
"Remember," she whispered, "you can look but you can't touch." She slipped her hand into her those sheer panties. Her fingers moved in a rhythmic motion inside her black panties and she ran her wet pink tongue across her full red lips. She looked into my face and commanded me.
"I'll bet you're really stiff down there in your lap, aren't you, Mr. Sanders?" I nodded yes. "Pull your pants down, Mr. Sanders - pull 'em down and let me see how hard I've made you. Oh gosh, Mr. Sanders, did I cause that? Its so big and sooo hard!"
I nodded again. My stiff cock bobbed, pointing straight out towards her. Out of habit, and before I realized it, I took a hold of it with one hand, absent mindedly giving it a long stroke. "That's right Mr. Sanders, show me how you work that big stiff thing. Yeah, stroke it and make it squirt for me. Come on now, I know you can do it - now, stroke it and make it squirt for Shelly."
As if in a trance of horniness, I did as she said and began to earnestly run my hand up and down the length of my prick. In turn, she licked her pouty lips and moved her fingers within her panties in time to my strokes.
"I'll bet that feels good, doesn't it Mr. Sanders?" she said with a throaty whisper. "I'll bet your big bloated balls a reaching to unload." I managed to say yeah as I stroked, running my hungry eyes from her diddled crotch, down her fine legs, and back up again. I could feel my cum churning in my balls, preparing to blast.
"Stop!" she said suddenly, pointing at my cock with her free hand. She then motioned to me, pointing to a spot on the floor right
"Kneel down here, right here in front of me so I can see … and you can see me." Still holding my rod in my hand, I slipped from the chair to the floor, and on my knees, walked to her. I could clearly smell her woman scent and hear the sound of her fingers sloshing in and out of her soaking wet pussy.
"Now," she instructed, "jerk it again. I wanna' see you cum - I wanna' feel you cum on my legs." I didn't need any more encouragement. With those words I was just few fast strokes from shooting my wad. My balls tightened.
My strokes became faster as the point of coming approached.
"NO, stop," she commanded again. I followed her words. She kept finger fucking herself as I knelt there, no more than ten inches from her.
After about a minute, she told me to do it again. I resumed.
She was making me jerk-off as I knelt between her legs!
She watched me as she continued frigging herself atop my desk, directing me to stoke myself harder, or to stop when I was just about to shoot my load. All the while she had her hand in her silky little panties, sliding her shiny wet finger between the swollen cunt lips and slipping her fingers up to twirl her rigid little clit.
She teased and taunted me, asking if I'd like to rub my throbbing, sensitive cock-head between her swollen, wet pussy-lips.
"Oh yes, Shelly, yes I would!" She lifted her wet fingers to her mouth and licked her own juices as she told me, "That's too bad, Mr. Sanders because I just can't let a dirty ol' man touch my young, sweet quim ... and it is sweet Mr. Sanders, very sweet and rich."
When she said that I began working my tool in fast short pumps. But she made me stop again. She had me lick my fingers and just use one finger tip and rub the cock tip lightly as she alternated between taunting me and asking me if I liked to watch her teasing display. This went on for at least forty-five minutes as she became more and more aroused with her self stimulation and control over me. Finally with a heave and shudder she rubbed her hand fiercely against her cunt and came.
With her eyes half open and breathing shallow she commanded me, saying, "Jerk it, jerk it real good!"
I could feel the cum churning in my balls as they tightened and readied to blast my pearly cream. She could tell I was about to blow my load and she told me to shoot it on her legs.
I crawled closer, still stroking my prick, and aimed it at her smooth tanned calves. The dirty talk she made, the sight of her sexy legs and her pussy play, and the short rapid strokes I gave myself all combined to make my cock erupt with long blasts of thick, sticky ball juice across her legs.
Yes indeed - I blasted in a big way. When I unloaded, it felt like my balls had turned inside out from the intense surges she inspired. The long strings on sticky white cum were running down her tanned legs when I looked up. She reached down and rubbed my pearly ball-cream into her stocking-ed legs. The white jizz shone brightly against her black nylons. Then as I watched, she unclasped her stockings from the garters holding them up, rolled them down her long smooth legs. She slipped off her pumps, slid the stockings from her pretty feet, and tossed the cum soaked nylons onto my desk.
"Well Mr. Sanders, " she smiled, "I expect this little session will help my grades immensely. Wouldn't you agree?"
I shook my head yes, as I remained kneeling on the floor with my rapidly wilting prick in my hand. She slid her feet back into those nasty high-heeled pumps, stood, smoothed her sexy skirt, then stepped to the door.
"I'll see you before the next exam," she said, winked, then closed the door behind her.
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