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Teaching the Teacher - 1World War II was just over and Joey Lassister, like many otherveterans, had recently returned home. Even though he was techni-cally a veteran, he didn't really feel like one. He had joinedthe Army in his senior year of high school and only spent alittle more than two years in service, none of which involvedcombat. Nonetheless, there he was, with mustering-out pay in hispocket and no goals in life. He figured the best thing to dobefore deciding about the rest of his life was to finish highschool. He checked with his old high school principal and wastold that if he took senior English, Algebra and History, theprincipal would see that Joey got his diploma after just onesemester. That sounded good to Joey, and he enrolled for theupcoming spring semester of high school.Joey's History and Algebra classes were taught by old maidteachers well past retirement age, and they were dull, dull,dull. To compound the problem, even though Joey was only aboutthree years older than the other seniors, he felt like an old manamong kids. He couldn't even get interested in any of the girls;they all acted like giggling little kids. The only thing thatmade school bearable for Joey was his English class and itsteacher--Birdie Harman.Birdie, or Miss Harman as students were required to address her,was a 21-year-old fresh out of teacher's college. Joey's classwas her first teaching assignment, and even though she seemed alittle nervous at teaching students only a little younger thanherself, she knew all the latest techniques and was able to makeEnglish interesting. Joey, though, was more interested in BirdieHarman than he was in English.Birdie had a dynamite body. She was about five-foot-one and,just like the cigarette ads of the time said: so round, so firm,so fully packed. She couldn't have weighed over 105 pounds, andevery one of them was in the right place. Her breasts were justright--firm little half-melon handfuls that bounced a little asshe walked about the room but didn't sag one inch. Further down,her ass was sheer perfection. When she turned around to write onthe blackboard, the beautiful globes jiggled just a little andmade little twisting motions as she moved her hands across theboard. That ass rounded down into shapely thighs and then intocalves that had just enough muscle showing to send Joey intodaydreams of them wrapped around him tightly as they would makelove. Joey chose a seat on the first row of the classroom rightin front of her desk so that he could get as good a view aspossible.Joey could tell from the way Birdie moved and walked and sat thatshe was in touch with her body. She always seemed to be a littletense, to be holding herself in tight rein, and Joey sensed asuppressed sensuality that seemed to ooze from her every pore.Even though the book, "The Sensuous Woman" hadn't been writtenyet, that was exactly how Joey thought of her. Often as shestood before the class talking, one of her hands would strokedown her side, caressing her hip. Sometimes she would even move

a hand behind her and lightly stroke her buttocks. Joey longedfor it to be his hands doing the stroking, to be lightly tracingthe contours of that magnificently sculptured ass.Joey was so turned on by Miss Harman's body that he kept at leasta semi-erection, and sometimes a full hard-on, all the waythrough class. Joey worried that she would notice since he saton the first row, but she never seemed to show a reaction. Anincident occurred one day, though, that did produce a reaction.That was the day Birdie sat on the edge of the desk right infront of him and crossed her legs. Joey had a quick glimpse ofthigh all the way to her crotch, her lace-trimmed black pantieshitting him right between the eyes. They hit him right betweenthe legs, too. His penis grew instantly erect, running seveninches down the inside of his leg and swelling out his tight-fitting Chinos. Birdie saw it, too, because her face flushed alittle and she stumbled in what she was saying to the class.Luckily, the bell rang then, and they were both spared any moreof the moment's embarrassment.Birdie had one major problem, though--her looks ended at herneck. Even though she had a body that wouldn't quit, her facewasn't anywhere near a close match. She wasn't really ugly, mindyou--not that traditional clock-stopper--it was just that herfeatures were put together wrong. Each one would have been okayby itself, but taken together, the result was not verysuccessful. Her face just wasn't in harmony with the rest ofher.Even so, Joey didn't let her face bother him. He had fallen inlove with Birdie Harman's body, and he was so enamored of it thathe was willing to take the face along with it. He often sat inclass, watching that body in motion, and daydreamed of theirbeing in bed, wrapped in each other's arms, body to body, mergedtogether in passionate sexual union. The hard-ons caused bythose daydreams sometimes caused a wet spot on his trousers legfrom pre-cum oozing out. Joey sometimes worried that she wouldnotice, but he was often so caught up in his daydreams that hewas past caring. His English lessons may have suffered, but hisdaydream love-life prospered enormously.Joey found out where Birdie lived and sometimes on Friday andSaturday nights he would park down the street from her place tosee if she were having dates. Not once did he see her with adate. She didn't even seem to have any girl friends, and the fewtimes she went to a movie, she went alone. Joey believed shemust be lonely and began to feel sorry for her. There she waswith that gorgeous body that needed stroking, a friendly personwith a good personality, but a face that seemed to keep boysaway.One night when Joey was parked near Birdie's place, he could seethe light shining out of an open window. He had never been awindow peeper before, but the open window offered an opportunityfor voyeurism that he couldn't resist. Like iron filings drawnto a magnet, the open window drew him. He slipped out of thecar, crept into the dark space between houses, and stooped underher window. Very carefully, he edged one eye up to take a look.

There stood Birdie, dressed in a dressing robe, apparentlygetting ready for bed. Even though the beauty of her body wasevident under the robe, what really got Joey's attention was whatshe had in her hand: a piece of carved wood about eight incheslong and shaped like a man's hard penis. He saw Birdie run herhand up and down its length, caressing it. Then she put the endof it in her mouth, the end shaped like the bulging head of apenis, and sucked on it like a popsicle. Joey was electrifiedwith eroticism and his penis grew as hard as the piece of woodBirdie held in her hand. My God, Joey thought, maybe she's goingto fuck herself with that imitation prick. He could hardly waitto see such a vision--he could already imagine Birdie strippingoff her robe and gown and with legs spread wide apart, crammingthat wooden dick into her pussy. He was in for a disappointment,though, because Birdie turned out the lights and came over to thewindow and drew the curtains. All Joey could do was listen, assoft moans came drifting out the window.The sound of Birdie's pleasure inflamed Joey, making him shakewith desire. With trembling hands he unbuttoned his trousers andmanaged to work his rigid penis out of its confinement.Squeezing and stroking it gently, he imagined that it was whatwas causing Birdie to sigh and moan. As Birdie's moaningincreased in intensity, Joey's pleasure mounted. He blasted asplotch of come over the side of Birdie's house just as shegasped, "Ahhhh, yessss, yesssssssss!"The next day's English class was sheer agony for Joey. He satthere in front of Birdie and the sounds she had made the nightbefore played over and over again in his mind. Her appearancegave no hint of the passion that rocked her the previous night--she was once again the proper school teacher. Joey knew, though,that there was a smoldering fire under that facade of schoolteacher propriety. He ached to merge that fire with his flamingdesires, to build such a heated conflagration of love that theyboth could burn away their passions. At that point Joey had onlyone goal--to find a way to replace Birdie's artificial cock withhis real live one.Joey waiting around after class until all the other students hadleft and then approached Birdie's desk. "Miss Harman," he said,"I'm having a real problem with conjugations. I just can't seemto get the hang of 'to be' and 'to lie.' Do you think you mightbe able to help me with those?""Sure, I'll be glad to," she said, with a smile. "Why don't youcome by here after school and we'll spend a little time on them.""Oh, Gee," he lied, "I have a job that I have to get to rightafter school. I get off about six, though. Do you think wemight be able to do it some evening?""Well, I don't know," she said, "the school is closed after aboutfive o'clock.""I could come to your house, if that would help," Joey said witha straight face. The conversation was leading to just where hewanted it to go, and he didn't want to jeopardize what gains he