Betting on Teacher's Pussy
by EroticWriter
Johnny's father was a retired gambler. Having picked up a few of his old man's bad habits, Johnny Jackson wagered on anything and everything, and he was good at it. When Johnny was twelve, he moved into middle school.
Johnny was black, and this was the first time he would be going to a school where there were more white kids than black.
Now Johnny had several teachers instead of just one. Two of his teachers were black, one male and one female, but his favorite teacher was neither of those. His last class of the day was English and Miss Jones. His English teacher was a doll, young, blonde and well stacked. Johnny had a crush on her, big time.
Johnny's betting continued, and since Johnny liked to show off in front of the English teacher, much of it went on in front of her. Eventually, it became such a problem, that Miss Jones called his father to discuss it.
"Mr.Jackson, this is Miss Jones, Peggy Jones. You might not remember me from the Parent's-Teacher meeting we had in September, but I am your son's English teacher."
"Oh yes, Miss Jones. You're the pretty blonde lady, is that right?"He remembered more about her than just the pretty face and blonde hair. Mr. Jackson was also remembering those tits and that fine ass she had displayed that evening.
"Yes."She giggled, “my blonde hair. Maybe I should change my hair so that people will just think of me as a teacher."
"Oh no, Miss Jones. Leave your hair just like it is. You look just fine and I have heard that your English class is a good one from my son. It must be because of you, because my Johnny normally is not one to apply himself. But so far, his grades show it in your class. What can I do for you?"
"Mr.Jackson. It's about Johnny and his gambling..."
After a long conversation, they decided that now that Johnny had turned 13, it was about time to teach him a lesson. "I'll watch for an opportunity, and when the time is right, I'll take his money,"she said.
"That's what he needs, to lose a bet. It'll teach the little shit a lesson!" Then Johnny's *** realized what he had said. "Sorry Miss Jones.I didn't mean to swear."
"That's alright, Mr. Jackson. I know just how you feel, but as his teacher I can't use the same name to describe your son. Actually, he's a nice boy and Johnny for the most part pays attention and behaves in class. It's just that he gambles, all the time."
"Well, Miss Jones, if you can break him of the habit, I'd much appreciate it."
One day after class while the rest of the students headed out the door and to freedom, Johnny approached his teacher. Instead of coming straight up the row and to her desk, Johnny had almost gone to the door, and then turned so that he could approach her from behind.
Peggy was arranging her papers and did not see him coming. Miss Jones was wearing a white V-cut blouse that buttoned down the front and a long blue skirt.
From his angle above and behind her, her brassiere was showing and since she was sort of leaning forward, it was a little ways off her chest and Johnny could see most of her left breast almost all the way to her nipple. He strained to see. Almost, oh so close.
Trying to see down her blouse and enjoying the delay, Johnny waited quietly until she looked up at him and, before she could say anything, he spoke. "You're not really a blonde," he said quietly. "Your bush is probably pitch black because you dye the hair on your head."
Shocked,her mouth dropped open slightly as Miss Jones first looked to make sure all the other students had departed. They were still filing out, but he had spoken softly and they had not heard. Still, she was shocked at his brazen reference to her "bush," but this was the opportunity she had been waiting for.
Without a word, Miss Jones looked past him at the class, and saw that the final students were almost out the door. Because of her conversation with Mr. Jackson, instead of reprimanding Johnny, she took the bait.
"I most certainly do not," she replied, but softly so the other students wouldn't hear.
"I bet you ten bucks that you do," he said. Finally, he had offered a bet with her, a bet she couldn't lose. This was an opportunity to teach him a lesson. Two female students had stopped in the hall just outside the door and were noisily making plans to do something.
Feeling it was not safe to get into this just yet, Miss Jones went back to her paperwork and waited. Johnny didn't mind. He knew why she was being silent, and was looking forward to her hopefully taking his bet. When the two girls had walked away Miss Jones then said in a normal tone of voice that she would take him up on his bet if he could produce the money.
“You show me the ten dollars and with the understanding that I am only going to show you the top portion of my...of my pubic hair so you can see. Do you agree?”
He showed her the ten dollars and said that just seeing the top of her hair, 'the top two or three inches,'would be good enough, and the bet was on.
Johnny seemed restless so she told him to sit in the front row chair located right in front of her desk. Inwardly, he smiled. Perfect! Without maybe realizing it, she had placed him down low for better viewing.
When he sat down Peggy casually walked to the classroom door and locked it. Returning to the front of her desk she turned facing Johnny and prepared to raise her skirt, which today was long and flowing.
"O.K. Johnny now we'll see."
Because of all the excess material in the skirt, Miss Jones had to pull it high in order to get it all up and out of the way. 'Oh crap,' she thought. 'I wasn't thinking about this stupid skirt. The only way I can get to and show him is to uncover my panties completely.'
Peggy had pulled the skirt so high that her navel came into view. Just like that, there they were. Her white silky panties, completely revealed and with fluffy little edges around the high waistband coming into view as she propped the hems of her skirt high up under her elbows in order to hold it up. With her elbows holding the skirt completely up around her waist, her hands were now free.
It was harder to do it this way, pull the panties all the way from her navel down to where the hair began, instead of reaching down to her crotch and pulling her panties to one side. But pulling her panties to one side might expose half her slit, so she had to come down from the top.
Peggy was probably not aware that a hint of 'camel toe' was showing, where her panties sort of fitted up into the opening between her labia, forming a visible hint of slit in her panties. Johnny's heart was pounding. She had already shown him quite a bit of herself and this was just starting.
"Watching?" she asked with a smile of potential victory.
Johnny was just thirteen, and she, being out of the dating game for the most part and dedicated to her work, was not thinking in terms of sex when it came to showing this boy her pubic hair. I mean, after all, isn't he only thirteen?
Yes he was watching all right, and how.
"Yes ma'am,"Johnny replied as his eyes hungrily took in the sight of her bulging pussy, the outline of which was clearly visible through her tight-fitting panties. From her bare waist down to her naked thighs, he was already seeing more of her than anyone in class had ever seen!
She seemed to be hesitating, so he encouraged her to go on. "I'm ready to collect my ten dollars Miss Jones."
"Well take a good look because as agreed I'm only going to show you the top part." With a dramatic flourish while using both hands, she began lowering her panties. This became an awkward move for her to do because one, she was holding her skirt back with her elbows, and two, her panties were so high at the top she had to simultaneously pull them down in the back in order to lower them past the cheeks of her ass.
She intended to lower them just enough in the front to show some of the hair at the top of her pubic area, but something went wrong. In the process of bending forward to get her hips off the desk, she became unbalanced on her low heels and fell slightly backwards. With a "Whoops," she released her panties and threw her hands back to catch herself on the desk.
It all happened in a heartbeat. Her elbows continued holding the skirt up while her panties fell even further. Her bare ass ended up sitting partially on the edge of the desk for support.
Without thinking and with her hands holding onto the edge of the desk, her legs involuntarily opened even wider in an attempt to stop her panties from falling further. They stopped, but not before her feet were over two feet apart and her panties had fallen almost to mid-thigh.
Miss Jones started to bend over to pull them up, then changed her mind. She had not intended to reveal more than an inch or so of the top portion of her muff, but now that the deed was done, she remained in place. She thought that the panties had only fallen down to the middle of her pubic region.
Fully revealed in all its glory, her pubic hair was a lovely golden blonde color, the same color as the hair on her head.
Johnny was sitting in a chair just three feet from her and his view was greatly enhanced by his lower perspective. Because her legs were opened and she was sitting back on the edge of the desk, more than just hair was visible. Her vagina was only thinly covered by the hair, and it did nothing to conceal her most intimate part. Johnny could see her entire crack from top to bottom.
Johnny was now thirteen and developing strong curiosities about sex. He had already taken showers after gym class and knew that his brown colored rod hung lower than most of the other kids. With his dick tingling and growing erect, Johnny leaned forward slightly and took a good look at her opened lips, which were clearly visible as well as some of the pink opening to her vagina.
Miss Jones was not aware of how much of her lower portion was being revealed, and she thought that everything was covered and Johnny could only see upper pubic mound hair. After a few seconds she smilingly looked down and asked Johnny if he was convinced.
In order to delay things a little longer, Johnny made a show of raising his face and looking up at the hair piled on her head as if to confirm things.
"Well,” he said with a shrug, “your snatch looks blonde at a glance. I'm looking close at the hair on your head and can't see any really dark roots but you might have some. But maybe you dye your pussy hair too," he said. "Let me look a little closer."
Miss Jones was slightly surprised and shocked at his reference to her vagina as a 'snatch' and also at his using the term 'pussy hair' but she said, "Look closer Johnny Jackson so that there is no doubt. You won't see any dark roots down there, just blonde hair."
Johnny scooted his chair forward until he was just a foot away from her golden colored snatch. Moving his head from side to side, he made a show of studying the roots of her hair at close range. Actually, Johnny was no longer looking at hair.
While his head was moving side-to-side, his eyes were locked on as he studied her slit. There was a shiny glow from being slightly wet, he could see. Her inner labia were the kind that would hang out a ways so that they framed her vaginal entrance, and though her tight hole was not opened at the moment, Johnny could see exactly where it is.
He stared hard at her inner lips and then up to where they led. There it was at the top of those lips. Though he did not know what it was and what it could do, Johnny could see her clitoris, which at the moment had enlarged slightly and was sticking out a little from the excitement that the teacher was now feeling.
He studied it, looking like a little hard on, and knew that he was going to have to do some research to find out what that was all about.
Johnny was so close that he was even able to get a slight whiff of her nice smelling pussy, and in order to conceal the fact that he had inhaled, he sighed and shrugged his shoulders as he exhaled.
The damage had been done. Her panties had fallen and her pussy had been on full display. But thinking that he was seeing only hair, Peggy was finding this to be amusing and allowed him time to take a good long look. He was a young man with normal curiousities she knew, so let him have his moment. Johnny sounded reluctant as he finally said, "Well, I guess that's your real hair."
"Of course it is," she said smugly.
When Johnny looked sad and nodded his head that he agreed, Peggy smiled and pulled away from the desk. Johnny did not back off and had a really good look as her snatch came within inches of his face. Her elbows were still holding the skirt up when she leaned forward slightly and placed her hands on her hips.
Surprised, her fingers searched, and then moved further down. Peggy Jones sounded surprised and embarrassed when her fingers had to go well down her thighs before they touched silk.
"Oh Johnny,” she said, her face turning color. “I didn't realize that my panties had dropped this far down!"
Knowing now that Johnny had seen more than just hair, her face was red as she hooked her thumbs and fingers together in preparation to pulling her panties up. Of course in order to do so she had to leave her legs apart to keep her balance.
"Johnnie, you do know that my panties coming down this far is an accident, right?"
"Yes ma'am, an accident." He answered her without looking up at her face.
She was keeping her skirt up while reaching behind herself and tugging her panties up over her lovely curved ass cheeks. Johnnie watched with delight while the band in front scraped all along her pubic hair, which was being tugged upwards as the band slid past like a mower through grass.
The panties, while they climbed her snatch actually rubbed against her bulging clitoris and Johnnie watched with delight as he saw how it was moved around as the tight band rubbed against it on the way up.
Miss Jones felt the contact and the tingling sensation as the band of the panties caressed her erected clitoris and tugged at it as they slid by, and she knew that Johnny was seeing it. Until that second, she had been thinking only of her pubic hair, and that clitoral contact made her fully aware that Johnny had been staring at her slightly parted lips, and what lay within.
Her face reddened, Once Peggy had gotten the panties all the way up, she had to adjust the band with her thumbs in order to get it on straight, and she had to 'walk' her fingers around the band from front to back so that the band was properly in place.
'I can't believe that I am doing this, and he is only thirteen.'
This was happening quite quickly but all the while Johnny was being allowed additional time to admire the two-sided bulge in the front that was once again showing as the tight silky material settled into place.
Because of her panties being freshly arranged, her camel toe did not present itself at first, but Johnny had seen it before.
That done, she lowered her dress and straightened her body, and as Johnny once again looked up at her face, he had to stare past the undersides of those lovely breasts that looked so nice under that blouse.
"Remember, Johnny Jackson," she said sternly using her best teacher tone, "you are not to say anything to the other students about this."
"No ma'am, not a word. I wouldn't want them to know that I lost a bet."
Lost a bet. Yes, that made her feel better about this now. Johnny would keep silent. And, she hoped, had learned his lesson.
"The money, please," she said, holding out her hand. She smugly collected his ten bucks and using the fingers of both hands stretched it out in front of her and stared at it to add emphasis to the fact that she had taken his money.
"Goodbye Johnnie. Do your homework and I'll see you tomorrow."
"Yes, Miss Jones."
Johnny stood and appeared to walk sullenly out of the room. Before he had turned, Miss Jones had noticed that the bulge in his pants looked unusually large for a boy his age. Usually, at that age, her male students had no bulge to display.
She had been aware of it in the past, but today, after her unveiling, his bulge was really noticeable.
Miss Jones put the ten bucks in her purse and gathered up her papers. She still couldn't believe that the bulge she had seen was real. 'Egotistical kid, always showing off! He probably sticks a rolled upsock in there or something. Too bad that I can't think of any kind of a 'bet' in order to make him show me what's under there' she thought as she placed her papers in a briefcase. 'If I see that phony bulge again, maybe I can win another bet from him.'
Three hours later later at 6:30 Miss Jones called his father. "I think I finally taught your Johnny a lesson," Miss Jones said with a hint of pride in her voice.
She detected a tone sounding like sarcasm as he answered. “And what lesson was that, Miss Jones?”
“She giggled. “I won $10 from him on a bet.”
“Right after class ended today?”
She frowned at his maybe already knowing. “Yes. He started it, and I finished it and took his money.”
"The hell you have," his father said angrily! "This morning he bet me $50 that he'd see your pussy before the end of the day, and from his description I'd say that he got quite an eyeful as well as my $50."
A long silence.
"You took his word for it?"
"Yes, Miss Jones. One thing about my son, he doesn't lie to me."
If Mr. Jackson could have seen her face he would have seen red over having her pussy and what had happened being mentioned. "Oh Mr. Jackson. I had no way of knowing. That kid is so damned smart. He fooled me and took your money in the process."
She hesitated, then offered, "If you like, I'll give you back the ten dollars I won from him. Maybe that will make up for some of it."
"It's not the money, Miss Jones. It's just that Johnny is going to feel so smug over taking so much money from me, that he is going to persist in this."
"I think I know a way to win a bet from him." Miss Jones thought for a moment and frowning, wondered if she should say what she was thinking.
"How's that Miss Jones? I think winning a bet from Johnny will be next to impossible."
"Mr.Jackson, I...aah, I'm not sure how to say this. Johnny is only 13, and I have noticed that Johnny has been displaying a certain large bulge in...in his pants, and I think he has been stuffing a sock or something in there to impress the other kids."
She hesitated, "I only took notice of it because he was so close to me while I was showing him my...my pubic hair."
“Miss Jones. It was more than just your pubic hair he was seeing, am I right?”
Unseen, she blushed over the phone. “Well, I had a little accident.”
There was a long silence, then Mr. Jackson replied. Inside, he was laughing. "Your panties came down, my boy saw your pussy completely ******* and you saw a large bulge and you act surprised? So what do you propose to do, Miss Jones?"
She wasn't so sure about this now, because how could a rolled up sock appear to get larger? But she had started this and wanted to finish it, or at least broach the idea of winning this bet with Johnny's father.
"I was thinking of making a bet with him. I think he might have a crush on me because when his class lets out he usually lingers behind and is the last one to leave the room. I'll wait and watch, and when I see that bulge again, I'll challenge him with a bet to make him prove the fake bulge is real.
If I catch him off guard and when the bulge is showing, he either puts up or shuts up, and I am sure he would have to shut up."
Mr.Jackson laughed. "Oh Miss Jones. I would love to see you trying to win that bet. It would be a real treat to see your face when my Johnny pulls out what you think is a sock and produces a real...cock! Ha ha that is so funny! Excuse me Miss Jones for using that language about the cock not sock, but this is too funny to pass up."
Unseen, her face reddened. "You are saying it's real? But he's only thirteen. How can it be and how could you know?"
"Miss Jones, like father like son. I don't need to see my boy naked to know that if he is like I was at 13, he is already as big as most adults, and he will grow even bigger before it is through.”
Her mind was whirling. This had gone from a teacher to parent relationship to something much more. She either had to pull back now, or...continue with this.
She continued.
'I've never seen..." She hesitated, unsure as to how to go on.
He was right there with a reply. "You've never seen what a big black one looks like, Miss Jones? If you like, you can make that bet with me and see if you can collect. If you want to give me back that ten dollars, that's a sure way to do it."
Miss Jones had met Mr. Jackson in person and knew that he was an attractive man. But he was married and she had also met his wife. For herself, Peggy was currently involved, but he was out of town.
"But you have a wife..."
By expressing her concern about his having a wife, Peggy had already told him that he qualified as far as she was concerned, except for his being married.
"My wife is no problem, Miss Jones. She works nights. This can be our little secret." He laughed. "Oh, did I say little? I meant to say our big secret."
She cleared her throat. "Mr. Jones. You have to promise me that Johnny does not know. He absolutely must have no idea of you and me, of our having a bet of our own. Is that clear?"
"Are you home and alone tonight?"
"Yes." He could hear her sigh over the phone. It was obvious to both, the unsaid. He would be coming over tonight to collect on a bet, that was the story But they knew already, he was coming over to fuck Miss Jones.
"Give me your address and what time to be there."
"You can get away?"
"No problem. Just tell me where and I will be there with bulge showing."
Peggy giggled, feeling that they had already established a relationship that might prove to be very exciting and satisfying at the same time. "After we get better acquainted you can refer to me as 'Peggy' in private. And you'd better keep that bulge in your pants, Mr.Jackson, until you get inside my door. "
Right then and there she had let him know, it was official. This was going to be a visit that culminated in sex.
She gave him her address, and home phone number 'just in case,' and said" anytime after seven-thirty, I need time to do and prepare my classroom materials for tomorrow."
"Miss Jones, I'll be there at 7:30 and stay as long as you need."
"All night?" With that question, her asking if he meant all night, she had in effect already consented to his staying the night.
"Well, maybe not that long. I have freedom to go out at night, but all night might be a problem since my wife works at a hospital and comes home at 3:30 A.M. How about you? Don't you have a boyfriend?"
"Feeling guilty, she lied. "I broke up with him. He was younger them me and was going off to college for another year and I decided that it would be silly to keep up the pretense. So for now, I'm alone."
"And ready?"
"Yes. Ready." She giggled. “Ready to win my bet and...hoping to lose.”
“Peggy. When were are alone, you can call me Rafael.”
She was already thinking ahead. His wife works nights and does not come home until 3:30 A.M. This was a relationship, if begun, that could work out real nicely.
Mr.Jackson arrived exactly at 7:30 and since she had been watching for him Peggy let him in immediately, even before he could knock. She looked each way down the apartment hallway before closing her door. Good, no one had seen her, a single woman, admitting a man, and black at that.
She was a teacher and needed to be careful. Miss Jones had been having second thoughts about this but as soon as she saw Mr. Jackson again Peggy knew that things would be alright.
Rafael had been a basketball player both in high school and college, and though he was close to 40, he had maintained his appearance of being an athlete.
The attraction she had felt for Mr. Jackson as a parent she had ignored, but now that he was in her home, the relationship had gone from teacher-parent to woman-man. Now he was in her apartment, and she struggled to find the next words to say.
"Still want to make that bet?" He grinned confidently as she nodded eagerly.
He noticed her left hand for the first time, an engagement ring it looked like. "You're engaged," he asked?
She turned red and looked down at her hand. "I...I guess I should have removed this before you came over..."
"Why's that, Miss Jones?"
"Well, now it will be obvious that I'm cheating on a man I haven't even married yet."
"Where is he, Miss Jones?"
"He's away at Harvard, finishing his senior year, then we plan to get married next June when he gets back."
"So why did you have me come over here tonight, Miss Jones? Curious maybe?"
"Yes. I...I've never been with anyone else except him, and I want to be sure before I settle down that...that there will be enough to keep me satisfied."
"You mean...physically, keep you satified?"
"Yes."She bowed her head. "Since we are on the subject and you don't know him, I guess it's O.K. to say this. I know that he's not very well endowed in that area. I've measured him with my fingers and felt him inside me, and I think that he might be a bit smaller than average, like five inches maybe."
He stepped closer to her, just inches away, and her heart began pounding. She turned redder still. "Maybe I shouldn't have said anything, revealed anything."
"Miss Jones," he said confidentally."If you need to know something, you have to experience something. After me, you might have a decision to make. Now, do you still want to make and keep that bet?"
"Yes." She looked up and met his eyes. "We need to honor the bet."
It seemed to be the excuse they needed to break the awkwardness they both were feeling. They bet, he whips it out, and the action can begin.
As he stood tall in front of her Peggy nodded and pulled out a twenty. "I don't have any change." Her eyes went down to where the bulge should be, and she was not disappointed in seeing one.
"I've got change Peggy," he said as he reached for his pants. By her agreeing to go through with this, she had gone from 'Miss Jones' to Peggy, as she had said.
Without another word, he smiled and slowly pulled down his zipper. He reached in and since it was wedged so deep he had to tug it out and around the opening in his underwear. It sprang out, and he heard her gasp as she studied the not only long but very thick item he had on display.
Chocolate brown and looking oh so smooth, the skin. It was still soft, but already so big.
"Mr. Jackson, you won't need the change," Peggy said softly as she handed him the twenty with one hand and boldly reaching for his cock with the other, she began peeling back the foreskin. Her eyes widened. The head looked so smooth, so smooth and shiny, unlike her fiancee's circumcised little prick.
Peggy dropped to her knees. He was growing now. It was growing. Already longer than both her hands could cover, she grasped it excitedly, wrapping four fingers of each hand around the thick shaft and discovering that her fingers couldn't touch her thumbs.
"Mr.Jackson, I think I need to study this in more detail." Opening her mouth wide, then wider, she took him in.
Smiling, Mr.Jackson reached down and took both of her ears into his hands.
"That's nice Peggy. Now use your tongue a bit." He guided her gently as she explored his cock with her tongue. Now she was the student, and soon, he would assume the role of teacher.
by EroticWriter
Johnny's father was a retired gambler. Having picked up a few of his old man's bad habits, Johnny Jackson wagered on anything and everything, and he was good at it. When Johnny was twelve, he moved into middle school.
Johnny was black, and this was the first time he would be going to a school where there were more white kids than black.
Now Johnny had several teachers instead of just one. Two of his teachers were black, one male and one female, but his favorite teacher was neither of those. His last class of the day was English and Miss Jones. His English teacher was a doll, young, blonde and well stacked. Johnny had a crush on her, big time.
Johnny's betting continued, and since Johnny liked to show off in front of the English teacher, much of it went on in front of her. Eventually, it became such a problem, that Miss Jones called his father to discuss it.
"Mr.Jackson, this is Miss Jones, Peggy Jones. You might not remember me from the Parent's-Teacher meeting we had in September, but I am your son's English teacher."
"Oh yes, Miss Jones. You're the pretty blonde lady, is that right?"He remembered more about her than just the pretty face and blonde hair. Mr. Jackson was also remembering those tits and that fine ass she had displayed that evening.
"Yes."She giggled, “my blonde hair. Maybe I should change my hair so that people will just think of me as a teacher."
"Oh no, Miss Jones. Leave your hair just like it is. You look just fine and I have heard that your English class is a good one from my son. It must be because of you, because my Johnny normally is not one to apply himself. But so far, his grades show it in your class. What can I do for you?"
"Mr.Jackson. It's about Johnny and his gambling..."
After a long conversation, they decided that now that Johnny had turned 13, it was about time to teach him a lesson. "I'll watch for an opportunity, and when the time is right, I'll take his money,"she said.
"That's what he needs, to lose a bet. It'll teach the little shit a lesson!" Then Johnny's *** realized what he had said. "Sorry Miss Jones.I didn't mean to swear."
"That's alright, Mr. Jackson. I know just how you feel, but as his teacher I can't use the same name to describe your son. Actually, he's a nice boy and Johnny for the most part pays attention and behaves in class. It's just that he gambles, all the time."
"Well, Miss Jones, if you can break him of the habit, I'd much appreciate it."
One day after class while the rest of the students headed out the door and to freedom, Johnny approached his teacher. Instead of coming straight up the row and to her desk, Johnny had almost gone to the door, and then turned so that he could approach her from behind.
Peggy was arranging her papers and did not see him coming. Miss Jones was wearing a white V-cut blouse that buttoned down the front and a long blue skirt.
From his angle above and behind her, her brassiere was showing and since she was sort of leaning forward, it was a little ways off her chest and Johnny could see most of her left breast almost all the way to her nipple. He strained to see. Almost, oh so close.
Trying to see down her blouse and enjoying the delay, Johnny waited quietly until she looked up at him and, before she could say anything, he spoke. "You're not really a blonde," he said quietly. "Your bush is probably pitch black because you dye the hair on your head."
Shocked,her mouth dropped open slightly as Miss Jones first looked to make sure all the other students had departed. They were still filing out, but he had spoken softly and they had not heard. Still, she was shocked at his brazen reference to her "bush," but this was the opportunity she had been waiting for.
Without a word, Miss Jones looked past him at the class, and saw that the final students were almost out the door. Because of her conversation with Mr. Jackson, instead of reprimanding Johnny, she took the bait.
"I most certainly do not," she replied, but softly so the other students wouldn't hear.
"I bet you ten bucks that you do," he said. Finally, he had offered a bet with her, a bet she couldn't lose. This was an opportunity to teach him a lesson. Two female students had stopped in the hall just outside the door and were noisily making plans to do something.
Feeling it was not safe to get into this just yet, Miss Jones went back to her paperwork and waited. Johnny didn't mind. He knew why she was being silent, and was looking forward to her hopefully taking his bet. When the two girls had walked away Miss Jones then said in a normal tone of voice that she would take him up on his bet if he could produce the money.
“You show me the ten dollars and with the understanding that I am only going to show you the top portion of my...of my pubic hair so you can see. Do you agree?”
He showed her the ten dollars and said that just seeing the top of her hair, 'the top two or three inches,'would be good enough, and the bet was on.
Johnny seemed restless so she told him to sit in the front row chair located right in front of her desk. Inwardly, he smiled. Perfect! Without maybe realizing it, she had placed him down low for better viewing.
When he sat down Peggy casually walked to the classroom door and locked it. Returning to the front of her desk she turned facing Johnny and prepared to raise her skirt, which today was long and flowing.
"O.K. Johnny now we'll see."
Because of all the excess material in the skirt, Miss Jones had to pull it high in order to get it all up and out of the way. 'Oh crap,' she thought. 'I wasn't thinking about this stupid skirt. The only way I can get to and show him is to uncover my panties completely.'
Peggy had pulled the skirt so high that her navel came into view. Just like that, there they were. Her white silky panties, completely revealed and with fluffy little edges around the high waistband coming into view as she propped the hems of her skirt high up under her elbows in order to hold it up. With her elbows holding the skirt completely up around her waist, her hands were now free.
It was harder to do it this way, pull the panties all the way from her navel down to where the hair began, instead of reaching down to her crotch and pulling her panties to one side. But pulling her panties to one side might expose half her slit, so she had to come down from the top.
Peggy was probably not aware that a hint of 'camel toe' was showing, where her panties sort of fitted up into the opening between her labia, forming a visible hint of slit in her panties. Johnny's heart was pounding. She had already shown him quite a bit of herself and this was just starting.
"Watching?" she asked with a smile of potential victory.
Johnny was just thirteen, and she, being out of the dating game for the most part and dedicated to her work, was not thinking in terms of sex when it came to showing this boy her pubic hair. I mean, after all, isn't he only thirteen?
Yes he was watching all right, and how.
"Yes ma'am,"Johnny replied as his eyes hungrily took in the sight of her bulging pussy, the outline of which was clearly visible through her tight-fitting panties. From her bare waist down to her naked thighs, he was already seeing more of her than anyone in class had ever seen!
She seemed to be hesitating, so he encouraged her to go on. "I'm ready to collect my ten dollars Miss Jones."
"Well take a good look because as agreed I'm only going to show you the top part." With a dramatic flourish while using both hands, she began lowering her panties. This became an awkward move for her to do because one, she was holding her skirt back with her elbows, and two, her panties were so high at the top she had to simultaneously pull them down in the back in order to lower them past the cheeks of her ass.
She intended to lower them just enough in the front to show some of the hair at the top of her pubic area, but something went wrong. In the process of bending forward to get her hips off the desk, she became unbalanced on her low heels and fell slightly backwards. With a "Whoops," she released her panties and threw her hands back to catch herself on the desk.
It all happened in a heartbeat. Her elbows continued holding the skirt up while her panties fell even further. Her bare ass ended up sitting partially on the edge of the desk for support.
Without thinking and with her hands holding onto the edge of the desk, her legs involuntarily opened even wider in an attempt to stop her panties from falling further. They stopped, but not before her feet were over two feet apart and her panties had fallen almost to mid-thigh.
Miss Jones started to bend over to pull them up, then changed her mind. She had not intended to reveal more than an inch or so of the top portion of her muff, but now that the deed was done, she remained in place. She thought that the panties had only fallen down to the middle of her pubic region.
Fully revealed in all its glory, her pubic hair was a lovely golden blonde color, the same color as the hair on her head.
Johnny was sitting in a chair just three feet from her and his view was greatly enhanced by his lower perspective. Because her legs were opened and she was sitting back on the edge of the desk, more than just hair was visible. Her vagina was only thinly covered by the hair, and it did nothing to conceal her most intimate part. Johnny could see her entire crack from top to bottom.
Johnny was now thirteen and developing strong curiosities about sex. He had already taken showers after gym class and knew that his brown colored rod hung lower than most of the other kids. With his dick tingling and growing erect, Johnny leaned forward slightly and took a good look at her opened lips, which were clearly visible as well as some of the pink opening to her vagina.
Miss Jones was not aware of how much of her lower portion was being revealed, and she thought that everything was covered and Johnny could only see upper pubic mound hair. After a few seconds she smilingly looked down and asked Johnny if he was convinced.
In order to delay things a little longer, Johnny made a show of raising his face and looking up at the hair piled on her head as if to confirm things.
"Well,” he said with a shrug, “your snatch looks blonde at a glance. I'm looking close at the hair on your head and can't see any really dark roots but you might have some. But maybe you dye your pussy hair too," he said. "Let me look a little closer."
Miss Jones was slightly surprised and shocked at his reference to her vagina as a 'snatch' and also at his using the term 'pussy hair' but she said, "Look closer Johnny Jackson so that there is no doubt. You won't see any dark roots down there, just blonde hair."
Johnny scooted his chair forward until he was just a foot away from her golden colored snatch. Moving his head from side to side, he made a show of studying the roots of her hair at close range. Actually, Johnny was no longer looking at hair.
While his head was moving side-to-side, his eyes were locked on as he studied her slit. There was a shiny glow from being slightly wet, he could see. Her inner labia were the kind that would hang out a ways so that they framed her vaginal entrance, and though her tight hole was not opened at the moment, Johnny could see exactly where it is.
He stared hard at her inner lips and then up to where they led. There it was at the top of those lips. Though he did not know what it was and what it could do, Johnny could see her clitoris, which at the moment had enlarged slightly and was sticking out a little from the excitement that the teacher was now feeling.
He studied it, looking like a little hard on, and knew that he was going to have to do some research to find out what that was all about.
Johnny was so close that he was even able to get a slight whiff of her nice smelling pussy, and in order to conceal the fact that he had inhaled, he sighed and shrugged his shoulders as he exhaled.
The damage had been done. Her panties had fallen and her pussy had been on full display. But thinking that he was seeing only hair, Peggy was finding this to be amusing and allowed him time to take a good long look. He was a young man with normal curiousities she knew, so let him have his moment. Johnny sounded reluctant as he finally said, "Well, I guess that's your real hair."
"Of course it is," she said smugly.
When Johnny looked sad and nodded his head that he agreed, Peggy smiled and pulled away from the desk. Johnny did not back off and had a really good look as her snatch came within inches of his face. Her elbows were still holding the skirt up when she leaned forward slightly and placed her hands on her hips.
Surprised, her fingers searched, and then moved further down. Peggy Jones sounded surprised and embarrassed when her fingers had to go well down her thighs before they touched silk.
"Oh Johnny,” she said, her face turning color. “I didn't realize that my panties had dropped this far down!"
Knowing now that Johnny had seen more than just hair, her face was red as she hooked her thumbs and fingers together in preparation to pulling her panties up. Of course in order to do so she had to leave her legs apart to keep her balance.
"Johnnie, you do know that my panties coming down this far is an accident, right?"
"Yes ma'am, an accident." He answered her without looking up at her face.
She was keeping her skirt up while reaching behind herself and tugging her panties up over her lovely curved ass cheeks. Johnnie watched with delight while the band in front scraped all along her pubic hair, which was being tugged upwards as the band slid past like a mower through grass.
The panties, while they climbed her snatch actually rubbed against her bulging clitoris and Johnnie watched with delight as he saw how it was moved around as the tight band rubbed against it on the way up.
Miss Jones felt the contact and the tingling sensation as the band of the panties caressed her erected clitoris and tugged at it as they slid by, and she knew that Johnny was seeing it. Until that second, she had been thinking only of her pubic hair, and that clitoral contact made her fully aware that Johnny had been staring at her slightly parted lips, and what lay within.
Her face reddened, Once Peggy had gotten the panties all the way up, she had to adjust the band with her thumbs in order to get it on straight, and she had to 'walk' her fingers around the band from front to back so that the band was properly in place.
'I can't believe that I am doing this, and he is only thirteen.'
This was happening quite quickly but all the while Johnny was being allowed additional time to admire the two-sided bulge in the front that was once again showing as the tight silky material settled into place.
Because of her panties being freshly arranged, her camel toe did not present itself at first, but Johnny had seen it before.
That done, she lowered her dress and straightened her body, and as Johnny once again looked up at her face, he had to stare past the undersides of those lovely breasts that looked so nice under that blouse.
"Remember, Johnny Jackson," she said sternly using her best teacher tone, "you are not to say anything to the other students about this."
"No ma'am, not a word. I wouldn't want them to know that I lost a bet."
Lost a bet. Yes, that made her feel better about this now. Johnny would keep silent. And, she hoped, had learned his lesson.
"The money, please," she said, holding out her hand. She smugly collected his ten bucks and using the fingers of both hands stretched it out in front of her and stared at it to add emphasis to the fact that she had taken his money.
"Goodbye Johnnie. Do your homework and I'll see you tomorrow."
"Yes, Miss Jones."
Johnny stood and appeared to walk sullenly out of the room. Before he had turned, Miss Jones had noticed that the bulge in his pants looked unusually large for a boy his age. Usually, at that age, her male students had no bulge to display.
She had been aware of it in the past, but today, after her unveiling, his bulge was really noticeable.
Miss Jones put the ten bucks in her purse and gathered up her papers. She still couldn't believe that the bulge she had seen was real. 'Egotistical kid, always showing off! He probably sticks a rolled upsock in there or something. Too bad that I can't think of any kind of a 'bet' in order to make him show me what's under there' she thought as she placed her papers in a briefcase. 'If I see that phony bulge again, maybe I can win another bet from him.'
Three hours later later at 6:30 Miss Jones called his father. "I think I finally taught your Johnny a lesson," Miss Jones said with a hint of pride in her voice.
She detected a tone sounding like sarcasm as he answered. “And what lesson was that, Miss Jones?”
“She giggled. “I won $10 from him on a bet.”
“Right after class ended today?”
She frowned at his maybe already knowing. “Yes. He started it, and I finished it and took his money.”
"The hell you have," his father said angrily! "This morning he bet me $50 that he'd see your pussy before the end of the day, and from his description I'd say that he got quite an eyeful as well as my $50."
A long silence.
"You took his word for it?"
"Yes, Miss Jones. One thing about my son, he doesn't lie to me."
If Mr. Jackson could have seen her face he would have seen red over having her pussy and what had happened being mentioned. "Oh Mr. Jackson. I had no way of knowing. That kid is so damned smart. He fooled me and took your money in the process."
She hesitated, then offered, "If you like, I'll give you back the ten dollars I won from him. Maybe that will make up for some of it."
"It's not the money, Miss Jones. It's just that Johnny is going to feel so smug over taking so much money from me, that he is going to persist in this."
"I think I know a way to win a bet from him." Miss Jones thought for a moment and frowning, wondered if she should say what she was thinking.
"How's that Miss Jones? I think winning a bet from Johnny will be next to impossible."
"Mr.Jackson, I...aah, I'm not sure how to say this. Johnny is only 13, and I have noticed that Johnny has been displaying a certain large bulge in...in his pants, and I think he has been stuffing a sock or something in there to impress the other kids."
She hesitated, "I only took notice of it because he was so close to me while I was showing him my...my pubic hair."
“Miss Jones. It was more than just your pubic hair he was seeing, am I right?”
Unseen, she blushed over the phone. “Well, I had a little accident.”
There was a long silence, then Mr. Jackson replied. Inside, he was laughing. "Your panties came down, my boy saw your pussy completely ******* and you saw a large bulge and you act surprised? So what do you propose to do, Miss Jones?"
She wasn't so sure about this now, because how could a rolled up sock appear to get larger? But she had started this and wanted to finish it, or at least broach the idea of winning this bet with Johnny's father.
"I was thinking of making a bet with him. I think he might have a crush on me because when his class lets out he usually lingers behind and is the last one to leave the room. I'll wait and watch, and when I see that bulge again, I'll challenge him with a bet to make him prove the fake bulge is real.
If I catch him off guard and when the bulge is showing, he either puts up or shuts up, and I am sure he would have to shut up."
Mr.Jackson laughed. "Oh Miss Jones. I would love to see you trying to win that bet. It would be a real treat to see your face when my Johnny pulls out what you think is a sock and produces a real...cock! Ha ha that is so funny! Excuse me Miss Jones for using that language about the cock not sock, but this is too funny to pass up."
Unseen, her face reddened. "You are saying it's real? But he's only thirteen. How can it be and how could you know?"
"Miss Jones, like father like son. I don't need to see my boy naked to know that if he is like I was at 13, he is already as big as most adults, and he will grow even bigger before it is through.”
Her mind was whirling. This had gone from a teacher to parent relationship to something much more. She either had to pull back now, or...continue with this.
She continued.
'I've never seen..." She hesitated, unsure as to how to go on.
He was right there with a reply. "You've never seen what a big black one looks like, Miss Jones? If you like, you can make that bet with me and see if you can collect. If you want to give me back that ten dollars, that's a sure way to do it."
Miss Jones had met Mr. Jackson in person and knew that he was an attractive man. But he was married and she had also met his wife. For herself, Peggy was currently involved, but he was out of town.
"But you have a wife..."
By expressing her concern about his having a wife, Peggy had already told him that he qualified as far as she was concerned, except for his being married.
"My wife is no problem, Miss Jones. She works nights. This can be our little secret." He laughed. "Oh, did I say little? I meant to say our big secret."
She cleared her throat. "Mr. Jones. You have to promise me that Johnny does not know. He absolutely must have no idea of you and me, of our having a bet of our own. Is that clear?"
"Are you home and alone tonight?"
"Yes." He could hear her sigh over the phone. It was obvious to both, the unsaid. He would be coming over tonight to collect on a bet, that was the story But they knew already, he was coming over to fuck Miss Jones.
"Give me your address and what time to be there."
"You can get away?"
"No problem. Just tell me where and I will be there with bulge showing."
Peggy giggled, feeling that they had already established a relationship that might prove to be very exciting and satisfying at the same time. "After we get better acquainted you can refer to me as 'Peggy' in private. And you'd better keep that bulge in your pants, Mr.Jackson, until you get inside my door. "
Right then and there she had let him know, it was official. This was going to be a visit that culminated in sex.
She gave him her address, and home phone number 'just in case,' and said" anytime after seven-thirty, I need time to do and prepare my classroom materials for tomorrow."
"Miss Jones, I'll be there at 7:30 and stay as long as you need."
"All night?" With that question, her asking if he meant all night, she had in effect already consented to his staying the night.
"Well, maybe not that long. I have freedom to go out at night, but all night might be a problem since my wife works at a hospital and comes home at 3:30 A.M. How about you? Don't you have a boyfriend?"
"Feeling guilty, she lied. "I broke up with him. He was younger them me and was going off to college for another year and I decided that it would be silly to keep up the pretense. So for now, I'm alone."
"And ready?"
"Yes. Ready." She giggled. “Ready to win my bet and...hoping to lose.”
“Peggy. When were are alone, you can call me Rafael.”
She was already thinking ahead. His wife works nights and does not come home until 3:30 A.M. This was a relationship, if begun, that could work out real nicely.
Mr.Jackson arrived exactly at 7:30 and since she had been watching for him Peggy let him in immediately, even before he could knock. She looked each way down the apartment hallway before closing her door. Good, no one had seen her, a single woman, admitting a man, and black at that.
She was a teacher and needed to be careful. Miss Jones had been having second thoughts about this but as soon as she saw Mr. Jackson again Peggy knew that things would be alright.
Rafael had been a basketball player both in high school and college, and though he was close to 40, he had maintained his appearance of being an athlete.
The attraction she had felt for Mr. Jackson as a parent she had ignored, but now that he was in her home, the relationship had gone from teacher-parent to woman-man. Now he was in her apartment, and she struggled to find the next words to say.
"Still want to make that bet?" He grinned confidently as she nodded eagerly.
He noticed her left hand for the first time, an engagement ring it looked like. "You're engaged," he asked?
She turned red and looked down at her hand. "I...I guess I should have removed this before you came over..."
"Why's that, Miss Jones?"
"Well, now it will be obvious that I'm cheating on a man I haven't even married yet."
"Where is he, Miss Jones?"
"He's away at Harvard, finishing his senior year, then we plan to get married next June when he gets back."
"So why did you have me come over here tonight, Miss Jones? Curious maybe?"
"Yes. I...I've never been with anyone else except him, and I want to be sure before I settle down that...that there will be enough to keep me satisfied."
"You mean...physically, keep you satified?"
"Yes."She bowed her head. "Since we are on the subject and you don't know him, I guess it's O.K. to say this. I know that he's not very well endowed in that area. I've measured him with my fingers and felt him inside me, and I think that he might be a bit smaller than average, like five inches maybe."
He stepped closer to her, just inches away, and her heart began pounding. She turned redder still. "Maybe I shouldn't have said anything, revealed anything."
"Miss Jones," he said confidentally."If you need to know something, you have to experience something. After me, you might have a decision to make. Now, do you still want to make and keep that bet?"
"Yes." She looked up and met his eyes. "We need to honor the bet."
It seemed to be the excuse they needed to break the awkwardness they both were feeling. They bet, he whips it out, and the action can begin.
As he stood tall in front of her Peggy nodded and pulled out a twenty. "I don't have any change." Her eyes went down to where the bulge should be, and she was not disappointed in seeing one.
"I've got change Peggy," he said as he reached for his pants. By her agreeing to go through with this, she had gone from 'Miss Jones' to Peggy, as she had said.
Without another word, he smiled and slowly pulled down his zipper. He reached in and since it was wedged so deep he had to tug it out and around the opening in his underwear. It sprang out, and he heard her gasp as she studied the not only long but very thick item he had on display.
Chocolate brown and looking oh so smooth, the skin. It was still soft, but already so big.
"Mr. Jackson, you won't need the change," Peggy said softly as she handed him the twenty with one hand and boldly reaching for his cock with the other, she began peeling back the foreskin. Her eyes widened. The head looked so smooth, so smooth and shiny, unlike her fiancee's circumcised little prick.
Peggy dropped to her knees. He was growing now. It was growing. Already longer than both her hands could cover, she grasped it excitedly, wrapping four fingers of each hand around the thick shaft and discovering that her fingers couldn't touch her thumbs.
"Mr.Jackson, I think I need to study this in more detail." Opening her mouth wide, then wider, she took him in.
Smiling, Mr.Jackson reached down and took both of her ears into his hands.
"That's nice Peggy. Now use your tongue a bit." He guided her gently as she explored his cock with her tongue. Now she was the student, and soon, he would assume the role of teacher.