Paul takes the corner...

Paul stood in the middle of the office, his huge erect cock out in front of him, with a worried look on his face. "Mrs. Jones, I can't... er... masturbate in front of you..."

"I'm not going to watch you, Paul," Mrs. Jones said, trying to keep a grin from her face. The thought of seeing this young stud pounding his monster meat in front of her was making her pussy very wet. "Just go to the corner and take care of your business, so you can go to class."

Paul thought about it for a minute. "All right," he said slowly, "as long as you're not going to watch..."

"I'll be checking these papers, Paul. Don't worry about it."

Paul turned around and walked to the corner. He wrapped his hand around his cock. He was about to stroke it when he peeked over his shoulder at Mrs. Jones. She was staring at the papers on her desk, like she said she would be, so Paul began jerking his cock.

Mrs. Jones glanced back up to see Paul starting to move his hands along the length of his cock. She watched him jerk his fist up and down, pleasuring himself in front of her. She began rubbing her legs together, finding the sight extremely sexy.

Paul began to stroke himself faster. He had been extremely nervous at first, but now he was beginning to feel really good. The pleasure coming from stroking his gigantic rod was overwhelming his senses, even pushing the fact that Mrs. Jones was right behind him out of his mind. His hands were a blur along his cock now, and he let out a low groan.

Mrs. Jones heard Paul's moaning and knew that he close to cumming. As she squeezed her legs together again, she reached into the bottom drawer of her desk and pulled out a surprise for Paul.

Paul continued to frantically jerk his cock and felt it begin to swell and throb in his hands. Just as his orgasm hit him he heard Mrs. Jones call his name. He turned as cum exploded from his cock and saw a flash. He continued to spray cum on the office wall and closed his eyes as he came hard. Breathing heavily after the orgasm passed, Paul saw Mrs. Jones shaking a polaroid picture in her hand. "Why did you do that?" Paul said in a very worried voice.

Mrs. Jones smiled and said, "I thought that I ought to have some evidence of your... size problem... in case any one should questions about gym credits." Seeing Paul shocked face, she added, "Don't worry, Paul. I'm not going to show it to anyone unless it's needed for school business."

"I don't think--"

"Paul, I'm your teacher. I'm here to help you. You have my word that this problem of yours is going to stay just between you and me." As she said this, she thought about having Paul's "problem" between her and him, rubbing her naked body against that huge prick... "Now you'd better get along to your next class, Paul," she said, writing out a hallpass for him. "I'll see you tomorrow."

Paul took the hallpass and opened the office door. "Bye, Mrs. Jones."

"Goodbye, Paul."

As soon as she heard the door click shut, Mrs. Jones locked the door and walked to the corner Paul had been jerking off in. He had been so shocked by Mrs. Jone's photo-taking that he had completely forgotten the he had sprayed his huge load of cum all over the office wall. Now she kneeled down to look at the creamy white cum that was slowly running down the wall. She touched her finger to one of the bigger globs and then sniffed the cum on her finger. It was sweet and musky. She stuck the finger in her mouth and tasted the cum, savoring the flavor as she held it on her tongue.

As she grabbed a box of tissues to clean up the rest of Paul's mess, Mrs. Jones thought about what tests she might have for Paul tomorrow and smiled...