My Teacher In Grade 12
(Posted on Sunday, February 11, 2001)
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My teacher in grade 12 was Mrs. Weima. Even before I had her for math, I had noticed her around. She was only about 25, so she stood out among the rest of the teachers. I always thought that she was really hot, but her feet were definately my favorite. I was completely obsessed with them and couldn't beleive my eyes.

For most of the class I would normally stare down at her feet, being distracted by her perfect creamy toes and unbeleivably high arches. I never thought that she noticed, because I didn't think that I ever made it that obvious. But one day after class, she asked me to stay behind and I was afraid that maybe she had figured it out.

She wasn't a strict teacher at all. In fact, she was always in a really good mood. I figured that if any teacher was going to figure out that I had a foot fetish, I was glad it was going to be her. She closed the door behind the rest of the class and looked at me for a second as if examining me. She walked in a circle around me and then sat down at her desk propping her sandal clad feet on some books. It was almost as if she wanted me to know that she knew, but wanted to tease me first.

I looked down at her feet as she playfully wiggled her toes. Then I looked back up at her pretty face. She looked at me again and then smiled. I was a bit shocked. "Did she enjoy teasing me?" I thought to myself.

"Elliot, I've noticed that you spend an awful lot of time staring at my feet. Do you like them?" She asked.

I gulped. "Um ... well ... uh, maybe, just a bit," I muttered.

She slid off one of her sandals and waved it in my face, flexing her delicious toes so that I could almost smell their scent. "Because, if you do, I'd be more than willing to let you worship my feet. See how nice my toes are? Picture them covered in your cum. Would you like that Elliot?"

"Yes, I would, very much Mrs. Weima, but I should probably...."

Interrupting me, she raised her foot up to my mouth and my tongue licked her big toe. I was getting harder by the second, but at the same time I was afraid that someone would walk in and catch us. She noticed the bulge in my jeans and brought her foot down. She started massaging my crotch with her strong toes until I couldn't help it any more. I unzipped my jeans and pulled out my cock, thrusting it between her toes. They felt so warm and wet. After a few seconds I blew my load all over her peds while I watched the cum trickle down between her soft pink toes.

She said, "Thank you Elliot. You may go now."

I was releived that we hadn't gotten caught. As I made my way to the door, Mrs. Weima said, "Elliot, we're having a test on Factoring Monic Trinomials tomorrow, so don't forget to do questions 1 through 6 on page 325 for homework."