I sat at my desk eyeing the stack of finals that I had to grade.  Teaching pre-calc at Jefferson High had its ups and downs, but certainly grading finals was not one of the ups.  I had just finished my second successful year of teaching at the school and was getting ready for a needed summer break.

                Suddenly there was a knock at the door.  “Come in.”  I said loud enough to make sure they heard.  The door opened slowly and a high pitched feminine voice called to me, “Excuse me, Mr. West.”

                Oh great, I thought.  It’s Sabrina.  She was a senior taking the class with platinum blonde hair.  Her attire was usually quite revealing and I’d often contemplated sending her to the front office for dress code violations, but never did.  She certainly liked to show off her figure, often revealing cleavage or midriff, as girls at her age usually do.  I was old enough to notice when she was making passes at me, giving me the glad eye, etc, but I always kept our relationship professional.  She certainly was the most attractive girl in any of my classes and I caught myself stealing glances at her absent mindedly on occasion.  Sometimes I would snap out of it when she would wave at me, it was a bit embarrassing when this would happen.  She constantly struggled in the class and often complained about her grade.  I was more than willing to help her study or get her tutoring, but she always seemed busy.  Looks like she came to grovel to me one last time.  Goodness, I hope she doesn’t cry when I have to tell her that I can’t do anything to change her grade.

                “Have a seat, Sabrina.”  I motioned for the chair.  Today she was in short gym shorts which revealed her long creamy thighs that seemed to have a shine in the classroom light.  Thankfully she had on a hoodie, though that was a bit odd since it had started warming up with summer coming. 

                “Can I do something for you?”  I asked helpfully.  I knew what this was about and how it was going to end, but I didn’t want her to get too upset or be needlessly cruel. 

                “Yeah, Mr. West.”  She said, her large doe eyes took on a pleading look.  She had done her mascara and eyeliner expert for this, I could tell.  “You see,” she intoned while brushing a yellow lock of hair behind her ear. “I’ve been really busy this week and I didn’t have a whole lot of time for study.”  She was laying it on thick now, I could tell.

                “I really really need to pass this class to get into college and I was just wondering if I didn’t get a great grade on the final if there was any extra homework assignments or….”  She hesitated,” opportunities to boost my grade.”  She bit her lip.  I had to admit it was an adorable display to watch.

                “Well Sabrina,” I smiled cordially. “I’d love to, but it wouldn’t be fair to the other students who did study really hard to pass this exam.  You see, you had all year to bring your grade up, but whenever I wanted to help you didn’t seem to have time to.”  As I went on her face clouded a bit and turned pouty.  “There’s really nothing to be done at this point.  I haven’t graded it yet, but I can let you know the results when I find out.”

                “Hmmm,”  she pouted, “But I need to make sure my GPA is at least above a 3.0 to even be CONSIDERED for a decent school.  Please, Mr. W. I’ll do anything you ask, I swear!”  she had turned on the full pout now and this was starting to get a little uncomfortable with me.  I wasn’t stupid to know what she was getting at.  Her last sentence even had somewhat of a seductive undertone to it.

                Oh boy, I thought.  Here we go, time to squash this now.  I lost the cordial smile and became serious. 

                “Sabrina, there is simply nothing to be done at this point.  I wish you all the best in your applications to college, but fair is fair.” I refused to apologize.

                “Well you’re no fun,” she scowled playfully.  “You know it is a bit hot in here, did you crank up the heat or something?”  I saw her arms go to the hem of her hoodie.

                Is this girl for real?  There’s no way she thinks this will work.  Clearly she has been watching too many movies. 

“Sabrina.”  I intoned with some sternness, but it was too late.  She hiked the hoodie clean off to reveal a spaghetti strap tank top that dipped low enough to show the tops of her rather large breast and was short enough to show her taught stomach and belly button. I couldn’t help but stare.  She had never worn anything quite this revealing to class.  She stood up again to reveal the long creamy thighs and she walked over to my side of the desk.  I leaned forward and put my hand over my eyebrow in shock.

“Sabrina, this is really inappropriate.  You need to leave.  Now.”  I said in a commanding tone.  She took the seat next to me and scooted up so her knees were just next to my side.  I looked over and could see the light brown freckles on the tops of her boobs. 

“But Mr. W,” she pleaded in a breathy tone, “I’m good at lots of things besides math, besides, when am I going to use this stuff anyways, right?”  She reached out and took my hand.  Her skinny fingers were warm as they found my now clammy moist hand.

I need to stop this now, I thought, before she does something stupid.   This is how I get fired, or worse, maybe a lawsuit.  I pulled my hand back and stood up.

“Sabrina,” I said looking into her crystal blue eyes, “Enough’s enough.  Leave.”  I gestured toward the door, but as soon as I did there was a knock on it.  My eyes went wide.  The setting would not look appropriate for someone just to walk in on.  She must have noticed the terror on my face.

“Oh don’t worry!  I’ll hide.”  She whispered excitedly and ducked under my desk.  What?  This girl is clearly mental.  All she had to do was put her hoodie back on and walk out.  I was about to protest but the door opened and in walked Mr. McMurtry, the principal.  My throat went dry.

“Mr. McMurtry, “I nearly whispered it, “what can I do for you today?”

I didn’t know the principal that well, but he was strict with the teachers and I wanted to make sure I stayed on his good side since I didn’t want to teach pre-calc the rest of my life.  Besides, if he someone detected Sabrina’s presence beneath my desk it would be my job, no question.

I sat down at my desk.  There was a wall on the back of the desk enclosing the footspace where Sabrina was currently hiding.  Goodness if she makes a sound, even breathes too loudly, I’m toast.

“Mr West, please sit.”  He gestured to my chair.  I took a seat and went limp as a rag.  “I came here to talk to you about how your year went.”

Oh crap, why does he have to do this now?  He couldn’t have picked a worse time to start caring about how I’m doing as a teacher.  I hardly saw him during the school year.  Crap crap crap.

“Your second year at Jefferson has ended well I take it?”  He asked.

“Ummm,”  suddenly I felt two small warm hands on my knees. “Yes!”  I peeped involuntarily, “I mean, uhhh, yeah, it’s been a good year, I’ve learned quite a bit about effective teaching habits.”

Sabrina’s thumbs began to rub the inside of my knees, sending pleasant vibrations up my inner thighs.  Oh crap, oh crap.  I set my hands down in my lap about to do something, but I realized it would look like I was playing with myself or worse, Sabrina might fight me and make noise.

“That’s good to hear,” he said, “You know I knew you would be a good fit here when I first interviewed you.”

Oh boy, why is he giving me this paternalistic pep talk now?  Sabrina’s thumb tips dug into my inner knees massaging and kneading.  The electric stimulus shot up my thighs and was extremely distracting to say the least.  Good heaven’s.  Her thumbs moved up my inner thigh slowly, the rest of her fingers squeezing and massaging.  The stimulus that started in my things migrated up into my member and I’m ashamed to say, I started to stiffen.

It was getting harder and harder to concentrate on Mr. McMurtry’s words as Sabrina’s hands expertly brought me to full salute.  There was nothing I could do now, if I stood up, Mr. McMurtry would see my raging boner.

“Say,” she stopped his monologue, “are you feeling okay?  You look a bit pale”

“Yes, its just that.”  I felt Sabrina’s hand grab my member through my jeans sending a jolt of paralyzing pleasure up my spine. “This year has really put me through the ringer.”  After I said ringer she gave me two more pulses, two more explosions of pleasure.  I tried to keep my composure but my jaw dropped slightly and I let out a slight exhale. 

“yes of course.” He said, “I taught for many years…”  he continued with his monologue.  It was all I could to do keep eye contact and keep nodding as he spoke.  Sabrina pulled my thighs, causing my chair to wheel completely under the desk.  I then felt her finger’s slowly ever so slowly undoing my fly.  Her other hand stayed cemented to my thigh, her thumb making small, light circles against my skin.  My penis twitched involuntarily.

Oh gosh, no, oh crap!  This just became critical.  I had to get Mr. McMurtry out of here ASAP and then Sabrina for that matter!  I began listening carefully for a good spot to interrupt him, but the old man would not shut up.  To my horror, Sabrina had undone my fly in complete silence and her hand was now snaking into the hole to pull my drawers down.  GOOD GOSH!  What is with this girl.  She flopped my enlarged member out of the aperture made by my fly.  I felt her run the back of her index finger-nail up the bottom of my shaft.  I shuddered slightly.

“Mr. West, I know the school year can cause a lot of fatique, but you seem ill at ease, tell me, what is it?”

“To be honest,” I felt Sabrina lean forward and I entered her warm mouth.  “I think I may actually be coming down with something,  I was actually just about to go home and rest for the day.”

Her tongue began lapping against the underside of my shaft sending the most delicious uncontrollable sensations through my body.  I almost rocked my hips.  My member twitched in her mouth and I felt my orgasm beginning to build to my horror.  She must have sensed it because she began going faster and took in more of me into her mouth.

“Oh, well I wont keep you then.”  Mr. McMurtry stood to leave.  I was fighting back the orgasm as hard as I could but I knew that I wouldn’t be able to hold on for much longer.  I knew my own body well enough to know that I wouldn’t want to when I got to a certain point. 

Mr. McMurtry opened the door.  Just as I thought I had reached the point of no return, Sabrina released me from her mouth.  My member lurched painfully, having been denied orgasm. 

“Oh I meant to ask,”  He turned his head and I started to move papers around on my desk, not having the brain power remaining after fighting the urge to cum to think of something more convincing. 

“Are you going to the end of the year party?”  I felt Sabrina’s tongue tip tickle my eurethra in a incomprehensible burst of pleasure to my penis.  I was now on the edge of a knife.  She seriously could just give me one more lick or squeeze and I would be unable to fight back anymore.  I found that I almost wanted her to at this point, my body was on fire at the mercy of her expert pleasure inducing talents.

“Uhhh, I think so, you know, umm, we’ll see.”  I could barely form a coherent sentence from the state that this 17 year old platinum vixen had placed me in.  Please, I thought, please.  But I was not longer sure if I meant “Please go, Mr. McMurtry so I can get her out of here,” or “Please just one more stroke, Sabrina.”  My orgasm had waned slightly during the interim of our exchange.

“Well, get rested up and let me know.” 

“Will do, have a great summer.”  I told him.

He nodded and left.  The door closed behind him.  Sabrina then suddenly took me in her mouth again and created an intense vacuum between her cheeks, forcing blood back into my member all the while her tongue swirling and slapping my shaft about her mouth forcing spurts of pleasure up my spine.  Meanwhile her thumbs were back at my inner knees drawing those soft irresistible circles.  My breathing increased, my heart was nearly beating out of my chest.  I twitched and spasmed involuntarily knowing this was going to be it.  She opened her mouth and drew her tongue up my painfully swollen member one last time in an erotic combo that made me gasp audibly.  I was so close now, I knew she had to know it. 

Rather than finish me off she pushed the chair out from under the desk.  I saw her gorgeous mascara blue eyes under her platinum head and her boobs bulging out of the top of her tiny tank top. 

“Thank goodness he’s gone.”  She stood up and stretched, revealing more of her stomach and shiny smooth legs.

“Guess I should get going now.”  Oh no, I thought.  She knows,  she knows she has me.  I looked up at her, a slight hint of pleading in my eyes, I couldn’t say it, I didn’t want to say it. 

“Oh Mr. W, did you have something else to say?  Did you want me to do something?”

“Uhhh,” I droned stupidly, “Sabrina….”

She walked over and placed a finger on my lips, my still fully erect member was a full salute.  I prayed that nobody walked in now.

“Shhhhh,”  her face took on a sympathetic tone.  “Sabrina knows what you want.”

With that she shimmied out of her gym shorts and revealed her naked lower half.  In a smooth move she took her naked foot and spun my chair around and then pushed it against the wall.  Then before I knew what was happening she was on top of me in the chair.  She lowered herself onto me gently.  I heard her breathing increase as she kissed and nipped at my neck and ears.  When I penetrated her I let out a low moan.  It was beyond my power to contain myself anymore.  She sealed her lips against mine and her tongue explored the inside of my mouth.  Her hips began to bounce on top of me in a pleasant rhythem then I knew would not take long for me to finish.  I felt her tight flesh grip me and caress me.  Her hands found mine and place them on her large grapefruit sized breasts.  My hands hand a mind of their own and I couldn’t help but rub and squeeze them.  She moaned into my mouth.  Her tongue was too persistant, her breasts too soft, she gripped me so tightly that I didn’t care if I got fired anymore.  I was back on the edge and she was definitely going to make me do it this time. 

Her mouth was suddenly at my ear and I heard her whisper “Do it.”

I felt the pressure in my penis build up as my hips bucked upwards.  The first thrust sent an insurmountable amount of pleasure up my spine.  I let out a squeal, but her lips were back on mine.  A second thrust and a third and I shot load after load.  The sensation was incredible as she road me through the waves of extacy.  “I shouldn’t have let her do this.” I thought as my orgasm waned.  I finished and she sat ontop of me in the office chair.  I twitched and sputtered.  My breathing began to slow

She took my face in her hands with a mischevious grin.  “There now,” she sounded condescending, “that wasn’t so bad was it?”

She stood off me and took a few steps back to look at me appraisingly.  I sat up straight, but something was not quite right.  She seemed larger, no, not her, the whole room did! I looked around, my eyes wide with terror, my bottom slid agains the soft leather of the chair I realized my rear now took up less than half of it.

“What the….”  I said alarmed, “WHAT THE HELL?” I yelled, my voice now higher, as if I’d been on helium.

Sabrina put her hand to her mouth, causing her breasts to bulge and she snickered in a cute but ultimately scary way.

“Do you like your new size?”  she asked me as if she was asking a child.  “It’s only the start!” she folded her arms and I saw a wicked grin on her face.

I jumped out of the chair noticed my clothes were now very baggy on me.  I tried to run, but my pants and underwear fell down around my tiny ankles.  My head just barely cleared the top of the desk.  I was about to run for the door but I tripped around my pants, my shirt pooled around my head, blinding me temporarily.  I heard Sabrina’s, now much louder and ominous giggle.

I grabbed my shirt and flung it off me.  I was not completely naked not counted the pool of jeans at my feet.  I looked down and to my horror saw that my penis was far too large for a man of my size.  It must have been halfway down to my knee flaccid. 

I looked up at Sabrina, my face a mixture of confusion and horror.  She raised an eyebrow and smirked.  I realized I couldn't have been more than three feet tall!

“What did you do to me?!”

To be continued