It's hard to believe that it has only been a year since I started teaching at Midfield Senior High. Almost from the start you could say that things were not uneventful but lately things have changed even more. Over the summer I taught special classes for some of the boys so they could continue playing football. Midfield, like all schools, has a very good sports program and pampers their star players. I guess you could say the kids really don't have to study during football season, and the rest of the year they are given easy classes.

Out of seven boys in the summer class two of them were new, and though they were collage age they started school as juniors so they could play for two years. When they came to class I thought someone was playing a joke on me because these two boys were brothers and looked to be as old as I was. Mike was the oldest at nineteen, and Jim was only a year younger and both of them were built like tanks. They were from the country and hadn't gone to school much, and if the rumors were true had only finished fifth grade before going to work on the family farm, but the board had made special arrangements because they were such good prospects.

Needless to say all the boys passed my class, but not by much, and I guess that is what got me in trouble with the board. When someone like me that is only 21 years old and has only been teaching for a year gets called before the local school board and threatened with dismissal, I broke into tears telling them I would do whatever they wanted to keep my job. I was told I only had one option, and that was to change the grades of all the football players as well as being less strict with them. If I didn't go along with the program or their rules then I could look for another job. Knowing it would be hard getting another teaching job without a good word from them I caved in . That night as I changed the grades of all the football players it pained me to think of how easy I had given in to them. If I hadn't loved teaching so much I would have said to hell with it and filed a complaint with the state, but when three or four rich and powerful people control the local board and probably have connections up state I knew it was a losing battle.

These boys, especially the two brothers reminded me of my husband Phillip who was a jock and a jerk, who only wanted to talk football and drink beer. He never got a job, couldn't do anything but play or talk sports, and though we were good in bed together we hadn't made love in several months. When I got the job at Midfield at least we had money coming in steady, and there was no way that I was going to go back to Phillip and tell him I had been fired, so I had to cave in and do what they said.

The next day as I finished my shower and put on my bikini panties with matching bra. I reached for my usual gray business suit, but then remembered what the board had said and instead put on one of my silk dresses. As I looked in the mirror I thought about how different I looked. Instead of the strict no nonsense appearance the business clothes gave me I saw instead a young vibrant woman, and if I do say so myself, one who looked sexy. The dress was something that a teacher normally would not wear, the hem came to about four inches above my knees, not quite a miniskirt, but it did show every curve of my young girlish figure.

With a figure like mine people were always telling me that I looked like Mariah Carey, our hair color was even the same, light auburn. With my age not much past the teens I felt flattered that men and women both found me beautiful. Reaching up to feel my breast I then slowly run my hands down over my flat stomach thinking of all the boys in high school as well as college that had tried to fuck me, and smiling to myself I thought, "You still got it girl." Even after three years of marriage to a drunk and a jerk I had managed to keep my figure,5 3, 104 lbs., with 34 x 22 x 33.

Arriving at school and pulling into the teachers parking area, a guard approached as I got out and told me that the students couldn't park here, only teachers. Showing him my teachers pass he walked away and I heard him mumbling under his breath about never having teachers looking that damn good when he was going to school. My whole week went as good or better, the students even tried doing things for me without being asked, and the football players even showed up for class. I guess my new style of clothes as well as being less strict worked wonders, because even the three boys that were always skipping my class showed up and sat in the front row. As the weeks went by I bought a few more dresses, silk of course, and even though I don't normally wear tight dresses or miniskirts I did buy a couple of them thinking I might wear them some time when I went out to the movies or to a school conference. I also bought garter belts and stockings after trying one on, and finding how much better they felt than pantyhose. And then one day just before spring break I received a memo from Mr. Peterson who was head of the board, saying that he would be watching my last class on Friday and that after that he would like to discuss a very important matter with me.

As I dressed that Friday I reached for one of my miniskirts without thinking because my mind was a million miles away thinking about Phillip the jerk, wondering how long he planned on visiting his mother, and also trying to figure out why Mr. Peterson wanted to meet with me. Looking at myself in the mirror I saw what I had done and started to change, but noticed that school was about to start and I would be late if I didn't hurry. So against my better judgment I wore the miniskirt. Walking to my class I heard several students whistle and even though I blushed slightly I will admit that I found it rather exciting. When my last class took their seats I told them that they were to be on their best behavior because Mr. Peterson would be observing today. As the class progressed I watched Mr. Peterson and still saw no sign of why he would want to meet with me. I had done everything that him and the board had requested, and then the bell sounded ending the school day and the start of spring break for the students. As they filled out of the room Mr. Peterson sat staring at me sending a cold nervous chill up my spine. Standing at my desk I fiddled with some papers when he suddenly stood and walked to the door, locking it. Turning and walking toward me I backed into my desk and then he was in front of me with a crazed look in his eyes and a large grin on his face. "My dear Mrs. Kelly, Brenda,you are one fine looking teacher, and I just wanted to see for myself if what I had been hearing was true. But it isn't true, not true at all, your far better looking and dress sexier then I had heard, a whole hell of a lot sexier then at the last board meeting.

"You need never wear those stuffy women's suits again, in fact I think you should burn them and wear miniskirts all the time. You do know Brenda that I can let a person go or raise their salary, and I think that you and I need to talk about which I should do with you. On the one hand it could be said that you are trying to excite the young boys. That isn't true is it my dear?" As he continued to talk I was in a panic, I knew some how I had to prove him wrong but as I tried to think I suddenly felt his hand softly touch my thigh and begin traveling up my leg. I leaned against my desk in panic but this only caused my pleated miniskirt to rise higher and then I felt his fingers slip under my miniskirt and touch my panties as he bent forward to kiss me.

My body shook with fear as he touched my breast with his other hand while his fingers slid under my panties. I felt his fingers as they probed between my pussy lips and as I tried to raise my hands to push him away he broke the kiss and backed away. Smiling at me he brought his fingers to his nose telling me I had a sweet smelling cunt, and wet too. "I'll just bet that tight sweet smelling cunt of yours could use a dick. You haven't had a good fuck in a long time have you Brenda? Well now, I'm going to give you what a cunt like you deserves, so why don't you just pull that little skirt of yours up and take those panties off and I'll give you a good fucking. Oh yes, don't even think of yelling or fighting because if you do I'll deny everything saying I confronted you about fucking one of your students. And you know that once that gets out you won't have a job, and you may even go to jail. So be a good little cunt and spread your legs." In a trance my mind mulled over what he was saying and I found myself raising my skirt and as I slowly slipped my panties from my hips. I begged him not to do this. And then he was laughing as he pushed me backwards onto my desk, stepping between my legs he spread them apart and pushed his dick into me.

As I lay on my desk with him grunting and pushing his dick between my dry pussy lips I felt both used and cheap and then he pulled his dick out and told me to get on my knees so he could shoot his cum in my mouth. I had never had a man put his dick in my mouth, and as I lay there not moving he yanked my off my desk and pushed me to the floor twisting his fingers in my hair as he shoved his dick into my mouth. I could taste my own juices as well as his and trying not to gag while he pumped into my mouth I thought of how much I loved teaching. Suddenly he started filling my mouth with his cum and I tried to pull away but he yanked my hair again and told me I had better swallow his cum or I would regret it. As I tried to swallow I felt like gagging and some of his cum leaked from the corner of my mouth and dribbled down my chin. Pulling his dick from my mouth he told me to lick him clean so his wife wouldn't know he had fucked someone and as I licked the cum from his dick he told me we would have to do this again soon. "Mrs. Kelly I like your garter belt but the panties will have to go. So be a good cunt and don't wear them anymore, I will check from time to time and if your wearing any I will be very upset, and you don't want to get me upset, you won't like what will happen."