Head of the Class

Almost all of the guys in Loretta Brown's class had the hots for her, but Mike's interest went beyond a typical boyhood crush and crossed into frequent fantasizing. The way she wore her soft and fuzzy sweaters and tight pants always excited him, and he would be sitting in his chair trying to hide his hard-on with his books or backpack. In several idle moments of her class Mike and Ms. Brown would indulge in mohair love-making in his mind.

The fall semester was about to end, and the weather was in below freezing temperatures. Mike came into class earlier that morning, to "ask questions about an assignment." Loretta came in not long after Mike sat in his normal seat by her desk. She wore a long coat, but Mike could see that she was wearing tight red pants, and his arms and palms were already sweating.

"Good morning, Mike. Kinda early, isn't it? You want to see me for something?" Loretta adjusted her glasses with bright red frames. Mike's cock grew harder. He couldn't find his breath, so he just nodded.

"Come into my office while I do some things." Loretta led Mike into her back office, and pulled a chair out for him to sit on. "So, what is it that you want?" she asked, taking her coat off. Underneath was a wonderfully fuzzy red mohair sweater.

Mike was speechless. To see this striking woman in a gorgeous sweater was too much for him. His leg started bobbing up and down in nervousness. Loretta giggled. "What's the matter? Is it something about this sweater?" She walked closer to Mike, and could tell that his heart rate skyrocketed "It's okay, you can tell me. What is it?"

What Mike really wanted to say was, "That sweater makes you look so sexy and I am so turned on by it." Of course, being the shy person that he was, a more simple reply though came to his lips. "I think you look nice in that sweater."

Loretta flashed Mike a smile in the way that he thought was very sexy. "A lot of guys do. But you are lucky. Do you know why, Michael?" He shook his head. "Because most guys don't get a chance to feel what it is like. You know, I've fancied you, Michael, and I've noticed the way you look at me and daydream when I wear sweaters."

Mike was now blushing as deep red as Loretta's mohair sweater. She giggled again, and sat on his lap, pressing her soft body against his as she kissed him full on the lips and caressed the sides his face with the sleeves of her sweater. His cock was so hard at this point, and he felt like he could burst very soon.

"Wait. Don't do anything yet." Loretta headed for the office door and locked it. "Tell me. What fantasies are going on in that little sweater-crazed mind of yours?"

"Ummm...I w-would like to r-r-rub my p-penis all over your sw-sweater and cum on it and to k-kiss your tits through the sweater." As Michael said this, Loretta unbuttoned Mike's shirt and was caressing his chest. She was obviously getting just as aroused as Mike was. "Go ahead, sweaterboy, right now you're mine and I command you to rub that hard cock on me and cum your glands dry."

Though he couldn't believe what he heard, Mike needed no second invitation. He dropped his pants in an instant and began rubbing his stiff cock against the softness of the sweater. It felt so heavenly. He started off slowly, but the more aroused he got, his short pumps were becoming spastic jerks.

As the waves of cum flowed onto the fuzzy hairs of the sweater, Mike kissed Loretta's breasts and squeezed her soft body against his.

After what seemed like an eternity, Loretta stopped. "It's time for class, and now I need to change." She opened her desk drawer and pulled out a similar blue sweater. She handed Mike his shirt, kissed him passionately, and ushered him out into the classroom.