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My favorite teacher was my math teacher, Mrs. Gibson. She was
in her late thirties, a wife and a mom, but man, was she sexy! She had long full
blonde hair, a pretty face, was average in height, and had big tits. Like most
of the teachers she dressed casual more than she dressed up, but whatever she
wore, it was hard to hide her hot body. I wasn't much of a math student, and
since I had math my last class of the day, I spent most of the period staring at
Mrs. Gibson and having fantasies about her. She didn't wear skirts very often,
but when she did, I would try to look up her skirt as she sat on her desk.
Sometimes I was rewarded with a glimpse of her panties. I also liked watching
her ass wiggle when she wrote on the board. But mostly I stared at her tits,
especially if she wore something tight or something that I could see her bra
through.
My class was a handful for her, but she kept control. There were fifteen of us
in the class, nine boys and six girls, and I think that most of us guys were bad
at math, and we had some aggressive guys that misbehaved pretty often. Early in
the year Mrs. Gibson seemed like a bitch, but once the class got used to her
discipline, she seemed to loosen up, even get friendly. Still, we were a rowdy
bunch, and she seemed to accept some of the boys' minor misbehaving.
With a bunch of horny guys in a class that had a big-titted teacher standing in
front, there was often a sexually charged atmosphere. Some of the boys' remarks
were of a suggestive nature, but Mrs. Gibson tolerated the comments, even firing
back with little innuendos of her own, especially before the bell when many of
the girls hadn't arrived yet. During class, some of Mrs. Gibson's leg crossing
and other posturing seemed be an attempt to get our attention, but I thought
maybe that was my overactive imagination.
The problem remained that most of us boys weren't very good students, and it
seemed to frustrate Mrs. Gibson. One day near the end of the first semester, she
dismissed the girls and asked all of the boys to stay late. She gave us a speech
on how many of us were in danger of failing the semester. She intimated that it
reflected poorly on her, and she badly needed us to improve the final weeks of
the semester.
"What can I do to motivate you to work hard these last few weeks?"
From the back of the room, I heard Steve mumble, "Show us your
titties."
He said it a little too loud, and we all heard it, and there was suppressed
laughter. Mrs. Gibson also heard it. At first she had a deadpan look on her face
like she was mad, then a little smile appeared. "If I did would you study
harder?"
Jim said, "Even I'd study for that!" and we all laughed.
Mrs. Gibson sat on her desk thinking, hiking her skirt up high to expose most of
her thighs. "OK, Jim," she finally said, "I'll give you that
opportunity. In one week I'll give you boys an oral exam on Chapter Twelve, and
for each answer that someone gets right, I'll take off an article of clothing.
Kind of a Strip Math game."
"Yea, right," Jim said. Like you'd do that."
"Jim, I promise. I'll wear the same outfit that I'm wearing today. I'm
wearing eight articles of clothing. I'll give each of you one problem, so if
eight out of nine get the correct answer, all of my clothes will be off. But you
all have to be very discreet about this. Tell no one, deal?"
