Might as well

Matt finished up math, wanting to make sure he got to his next class okay before going after Mrs. Anderson. He also needed to think of a way to get his **** on Mrs. Anderson. He didn't think it would be very effective to have her go into the boys locker room naked - most boys, especially the football team, wouldn't be afraid of a naked, attractive woman. He thought through the beginning of chemistry, not really paying attention to the lecture, and finally a plan started to emerge. Football players weren't going to be part of it - he didn't want to reward the idiots that constantly hounded him. He also didn't want to involve the other teachers. The one or two other teachers who weren't on his **** list might get hurt as well. He preferred his **** individually.

With five minutes to go in the lecture, a smile started to form on Matt's face. He had the perfect **** in mind for the woman who had turned into a prude.

He focused his mind on the woman who had changed so much since getting married - her nature changing both in the attitudes toward the students as well as her own personal interest in her attractiveness. Suddenly he went from sitting in chemistry to sitting in English, behind the teacher's desk instead of in a student's desk. That was what he had expected.

What he hadn't expected was where Mrs. Anderson's hand was when he jumped into her. Hidden behind the desk, with the students distracted by their reading assignment, Mrs. Anderson had apparently been rubbing her pussy through the fabric of her long skirt, not enough to cum, merely enough to stimulate. Matt could feel the folds of flesh under the fabric, and continued to stroke her finger up and down, feeling a current burn through nerves in a completely different pattern than he was used to.

She stroked her pussy with smooth strokes until the bell rang. Matt put both hands on the desk, watching as the class put their books away, waiting for the next class to walk in. Hilariously, the first person through the door for third period was Matt's body, automatically going to the desk he had been assigned, acting just like he would have under normal circumstances. For a moment, he seemed to be in both bodies at once, but the confusion corrected itself as the rest of the class sat down.

"Okay, class, I have to run to the office for a few minutes, so everyone take out To Kill A Mocking Bird and read chapters five through eight, and prepare a summary of the book so far," she said, standing up, her hands automatically straightening the fabric of her long skirt.

She walked out of the class, ignoring the grumbling complaints from the students, but instead of heading toward the office, she turned and headed for the library. There were classes that separated the bright from the ultra bright, and there were several students that fell into this category - too intelligent to stay in regular classes, but not quite intelligent enough to keep up in the advanced classes, so were taught in classes that catered to their own particular talents. During third period, this class was usually found in the library.

Matt opened the door, seeing the students he usually referred to as the nerds, three boys, four girls, and their teacher, Mr. Bliven, as well as Miss Gibson, the eighty year old librarian, who looked up and saw Mrs. Anderson walking toward her with a purpose. Matt also motioned at Mr. Bliven, calling him over as well. "There's been an incident," she started, keeping her voice low. "Mr. Phillips has been arrested, and Mr. Adams wants me to interview some students to see if they'd noticed any strange behaviors."

The teacher and the librarian looked at each other, then shrugged. Apparently Mrs. Anderson's reputation as a prude had convinced the teaching staff as well. Matt wondered what they would say if they knew she masturbated in the classroom. He watched as the teachers walked out the door, closing it behind them. "Class," she called, raising her hands above her head and clapping. Once she had their attention, she lowered her hands. Instead of speaking as the students expected, however, her hands went to the buttons on her sweater. "Don't be shy, gather round," she encouraged them.

The boys approached faster than the girls, especially once the buttons were undone past her breasts, but the girls approached as well, obviously trained to listen to the voice of authority. Matt peeled her sweater apart, exposing her modest B cup breasts, the cooler air making her nipples stand erect. Her attention, though, stayed with the students, looking at them one by one. Two of the boys were rubbing the fronts of their pants, obviously erect. The third was no less obviously erect, but he had already pulled his cock from his pants as he approached. All four girls were looking in her general direction, but away from her increasing nudity as the final button came undone, the fabric of the sweater sliding down her lowered arms to puddle on the floor.

Matt raised her hands enough to hook her thumbs in the waistband of the ankle length skirt, pushing down until it passed her hips, the cloth slipping down her legs to puddle around her feet. Apparently masturbation wasn't the only risque thing left over from her pre-marital days, considering the woman wasn't wearing either a bra or panties. Her hand moved between her legs, touching her pussy in front of the students, Matt finding out that the so-called prude kept her pussy completely shaved.

"Mrs... Mrs. Anderson?" one girl, a typical nerd with thick glasses asked nervously. "What are... why are you..."

"Just hush and gather round," Matt instructed, backing up and sitting on the table behind her. "This is the most important lesson of your senior year." She slid back, her legs spreading wide to allow the students to see everything. As she masturbated, the waves of pleasure strange to Matt as her finger slid up and down, in and out, she looked around at the students. All three of the boys had their cocks out now, each stroking wildly as they watched the teacher fingering herself. Three of the girls seemed oblivious to the masturbating boys, but the last had seen what the boys were doing, and was looking from cock to cock with a look that bordered on terror. Matt thought she had seen a cock before, and knew exactly what it was for.

Then one of the boys - the one that had pulled his cock out as he approached, in fact, stepped forward, his free hand raising toward Mrs. Anderson's shaved pussy. "No touching, young man," she purred, swirling a finger around her clit. "Step back so the others can see."

Matt could tell he retreated reluctantly, but the move forward had drawn the other girls' attention to the naked cocks in the room. "Girls, over here," she said, motioning with her free hand, "and boys over here." She motioned to the other side, making sure her legs were spread wide enough for all three boys to be able to see. Matt felt the girls would be busy watching the boys.

"When you young men get ready to cum, you can step forward," she said, "but remember, no touching."

Almost immediately, one of the boys stepped forward, his hand working furiously on his cock. Then fluid exploded from the tip, most of the hot liquid spraying on the table, with only a few drops hitting Mrs. Anderson's foot. The boy stepped back, exhausted, but obviously not in time. A second boy stepped forward, but his cum was already spurting, most of it landing on her discarded clothes.

Then the last boy, the one who had attempted to approach before, stepped up. "Move your hand," he said, his nervousness making him sound younger than his eighteen years. "I won't touch, but I want you to move your hand."

Matt moved her hand, sliding it up her body, playing with her nipple as the boy took another step closer, the tip of his cock over the edge of the table. "Pinch your nipple," he begged, and Matt obliged. As she did, the boy groaned aloud, aiming his cock as it started spurting his hot cum, which splashed over her shaved pussy.

At that moment, the door to the library opened, and Mr. Bliven walked in, already speaking. "Mr. Adams said he never asked you to..." His voice trailed off as he saw a student cumming on a completely naked teacher. "What the fuck is going on here?" he demanded.

Laughing, Matt jumped into his own body, the burst of laughter startling the others in the class as they read. "What's so funny?"

Matt looked at Melissa, a second string cheerleader, shaking his head. He just didn't think she'd understand the joke. He turned back to the book, replaying what had happened in the library, and he could almost feel Mrs. Anderson's pussy and clit against his fingers again. This was going to be a lot more fun than he could have imagined earlier this morning.