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Shelley the Tease
by Geo. "Bud" Sanders (address defunct)
1990
***
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. (MF, college)
***
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
panty 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 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 re-crossed 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, and 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
snuggly 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 panites 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? It's 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 are aching 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 did. She kept finger
fucking herself as I kneeled 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 kneeled 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 cockhead between her swollen, wet
pussy lips.
"Oh yes, Shelly, yes I would!"
She lifted her wetted 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 stockinged-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,
and then closed the door behind her.
END
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