Mr. Roland looked over his class. Such a good class.
The day before he'd gotten jealous comments from Mr. Simpkins. "How come I'm stuck with slackers while you get the kids who pay attention?" Mr. Roland had just laughed and told him that it was the advantage of teaching college level chemistry. The students in his classes were trying to get into college, so that filtered out the crappiest kids.
As Mr. Roland thought about this conversation, his eyes came across Betty. Betty was the the exception that proved the rule. She was about the dumbest girl Mr. Roland had ever met. Her mouth was often hanging slightly open or smacking noisily on gum.
He also couldn't stand the trendy little outfits she wore. Being in his late forties, Mr. Roland didn't have any interest in the female children in his classes. However, he could still tell that this was the kind of girl who was going to get by on her looks. Right now she was playing some silly game by twirling the blond hair that hung down almost to her tiny waist. She was extremely short, so Mr. Roland supposed that the boys would call her "cute."
Mr. Roland figured that "cuteness" was probably going to let her coast through life with a bigger paycheck than the school would ever give him.
The bell rang, ending the last period of the day, and the students started getting up to leave. "Betty, can I see you for a moment?" asked Mr. Roland without getting up from his desk.
"Okie dokie," replied the slim blonde. Her teacher winced at the cutesy phrase. "What did you want to talk about, Mr. Roland?"
"First of all, about your clothes. Your skirts are much shorter than school rules allow, and I can see your, uh. Well, let's just say everyone can see way too much through that white t-shirt you have on. I'm surprised someone hasn't already warned you about this. You're going to have to start wearing more appropriate clothing or I'm going to write you up." Mr. Roland watched Betty nod vacantly, then he noticed her reaching into her backpack. He looked to see what she was doing, but the girl was only pulling out a sucker. He sighed as she unwrapped it and started rolling it around in her mouth like a small, dumb child would.
"More importantly Betty, this is an advanced class. Since the school year started two weeks ago, we've had one quiz. You got a 12. That's out of 100, Betty. I think you only got that one answer right by accident." As he watched the tiny girl roll her sucker around in her mouth, Mr. Roland thought that she looked a few years younger than she actually was. It was like she was trying to piss him off by looking as childlike as possible. "Why are you even in this class?!"
Betty grinned real big at her teacher. "Most of the classes have women teachers, and I only sign up for classes with male teachers!"
Mr. Roland gaped at the young air head. "What? Why would you do that?"
Betty scrunched up her face in thought. "I'm not into women."
Mr. Roland sighed and put his head in his hands. "God," he thought, "this girl is almost as stupid as the football team." He collected himself for another try. "Betty, why would your guidance counselor allow you to do that?"
Betty sucked on her candy noisily and then smiled. "Because of this!" The little girl reached into her backpack again and pulled something out.
Mr. Roland leaned forward in his seat to look at the thing. It looked like an old fashioned wooden toy. It was a solid block of polished wood, except for one wooden button sticking out of a hole in the top. "What's that?"
"My Grandma gave it to me. It works like this." Betty pointed the wooden toy at Mr. Roland and pressed the little button. Instantly, Mr. Roland went into a trance and stared blankly at his desk. Betty said, "See! It's easy!"
Betty looked closely at Mr. Roland. He wasn't her nicest teacher, or the best looking. He didn't smell so good, either. Maybe a few changes would make him more fun. Betty's Grandma had told her stories about the kind of fun she'd had when she was a girl and her grandmother had given her the toy. Betty had been trying out lots of fun games at school this year.
"Mr. Roland, when do you turn the grades into the office?"
The older man continued staring at his desk blankly, but his words were much more relaxed and conversational than anything he'd ever said to a student before. "Not for another 4 weeks."
"Oh good. I won't worry about them today, then. Oh! But don't worry about my clothes anymore. You know, you really shouldn't get bothered about girl's clothes at all. You should just let everyone wear whatever they want."
Mr. Roland nodded slowly.
Betty rolled her sucker around in her mouth. Cherry flavor was her favorite. "Hey, Mr. Roland? I know what would make you more fun! How often do you fantasize about the girls in your classes?"
"Almost never," he said, "They're just kids."
Betty looked shocked. "Oh my god! That's the problem! You don't realise that we're women, too! I'm going to help you out, Mr. Roland. Go ahead and pull your thingy out. No, don't stand up! Stay behind your desk. I don't actually want to see it!" Betty was a little worried about what a naked man that old would look like. Mr. Roland was older than her father, a thought which gave her a little shiver.
"OK, Mr. Roland, it's time for a fantasy. Start playing with yourself and picture what I tell you. You know when you asked me to stay after class? Think about that. But instead of me staying in my seat, I came over and sat on the corner of your big, wood desk."
Mr. Roland stroked his cock as it got hard. In his fantasy, he could clearly see the young girl bouncing over to his desk with the sucker in her mouth.
"Now as I sit down, you look at my chest. You really like girl's chests, don't you Mr. Roland?" The teacher slowly nodded. "Yeah, I thought you did. You keep staring as you tell me that my clothes aren't allowed. There's nothing wrong with staring, not in your fantasy. In real life you should be polite and just glace occasionally, but in a fantasy it's perfectly all right to stare at a girl's chest while you talk to her!"
The teacher spasmed a little, reflexively slowing down his pace because he knew he was getting too excited. In his head, Betty's breasts looked wonderful. They weren't very big, but they were very perky and her tight shirt showed them off well. As Betty described the scene she made smacking sounds with her sucker. Mr. Roland heard these noises in his fantasy, too, and they were making him think about how good the girl must be with her mouth.
"Now Mr. Roland, when you mention how much you don't like my clothes, I start to pout a little, and you're very unhappy to see me sad. So you tell me that it's OK, all I have to do is take the clothes off! That makes me smile, so I pull off my top." Betty sat up straight in her chair and smiled giddily. "OK, Mr. Roland, it's your turn! What happens next?"
The older man was breathing heavily at this point, and his hand quickened its stroke again. "Then I say, "See Betty, you look much better without the shirt on. Now everyone can see those perky tits of yours so much better." I start to rub your breasts as you try to remove the bra, but you're having trouble getting it off. So I get up to stand behind you, and then I help you unfasten it."
While Mr. Roland had been talking, Betty had put the wooden device back in her backpack and pulled out her cel phone. She'd quickly typed out a text message to a friend. "Hey, Joni? How are you doing in Mr. Roland's class?" However, the teacher's comments about her bra got her attention. "Why did I have trouble with the bra?" she asked.
"Because you're not very bright, you have trouble dressing and undressing yourself."
Betty's jaw dropped as she leered at her teacher. "What a jerk!" she thought. "Just because his trance makes him tell the truth doesn't mean he has to be so mean!"
"Oh yeah!" Betty yelled at her teacher. "Well, I'm better than smart!. I'm a girl and I'm cute!!" Betty paused and wished she was just a little smarter so she could come up with a better comeback.
Mr. Roland absorbed Betty's words greedily as he jerked off. Then he resumed describing the fantasy. "After I take off your bra, I reach around and feel your perky tits. I say, "God, you're so cute, Betty! I like you so much better than those eggheads in my classes." Then I start to kiss your neck as I rub your wonderful tits and your tight little stomach."
Betty smiled a little, but still looked a bit mad. "Well, that's better, anyway. Now fantasize about me leaning over onto your desk. You're behind me, right?" The teacher nodded. "OK, then you lift up my skirt. What do you do next?"
Mr. Roland was stroking the tip of his penis now, and feeling very light headed. "I pull out my cock, and-"
"No!" Betty interrupted. "Ladies first! Don't you know that? You have to treat girls like they're important!" Betty wondered how someone so smart could not know this.
Mr. Roland quickly adjusted. "Yes, I don't pull out my cock yet. I kneel down. Your ass is so round, so perfect. I touch it, it's so smooth! Then I pull your tiny white panties down and look at your pussy. It's pink and soft, so pretty. I hear you make a smacking noise on your sucker, and I want to do the same, so I push my tongue into your pussy. I lick up and down, trying to figure out where you are sensitive."
Betty smiled wide. "Much better! How long do you spend on that?"
"I eat you out for a long time," said Mr. Roland, "Your pussy tastes so good, and I love hearing the little moans that you make. After a few minutes, you tell me to lie back on the floor and then you sit on my face. It feels soooo gooood, I... I..." The teacher's face got really strained looking.
"Stop stroking!" Betsy called out, and Mr. Roland ceased all movement. "This is too much fun to finish now. Just hold your thingy for a minute." Betsy thought the faces that Mr. Roland was making were so funny, she had to put her little hands over her mouth to keep from giggling.
Betty's cel phone gave out a little chirp. Joni had sent her back a text message. "The work's easy with a little studying. Mr. Roland is such an asshole. He treats us like morons, especially the girls. Why?"
Betty typed out a reply. "I'm chatting with him now, I think he's just been under a lot of stress, bottling stuff up. I'll ask him to be nicer." Betty sent the message and then looked up at the teacher as he started to regain his breath. "Keep going, Mr. Roland."
The chemistry teacher was still very hard, but at least he wasn't right on the edge of cumming now. "I lick the edges of your beautiful pussy, and you moan a little. It feels so good to hear you moan. As I continue licking, you lean over and start rubbing my cock through my pants. You're teasing me, not stroking me nearly as hard or fast as I'm working your pussy. It feels so good, I'm so lucky to have such a pretty girl teasing me."
"OK, Mr. Roland, now I stand up. I look down at you and smile. Then you say something. What do you say?"
"I say, "Wow, Betty, you're so pretty. That's much more important than how dumb you are.""
Betty slammed her little fist down on her desk. "No! Stop being mean! You shouldn't think about people being dumb, or people being bad at things, or anything like that. Mr. Roland, I want you to fantasize that I make you get up off the floor, I pull your pants and undershorts down around your ankles, and then I make you spank yourself with my chemistry book for being so mean!"
The teacher started to let out little grunts. In his fantasy, his naked ass was getting sore as he spanked himself. He could see Betty standing next to him wearing nothing but her skirt and shoes. It broke his heart to see how unhappy she was because of him. He fantasized about spanking himself much harder. "I'm sorry," he called out, "I'm so sorry I was mean!"
Betty felt better after hearing that. "OK, I make you stop spanking yourself now. I tell you to lie back down on the floor. But I decide that your mouth isn't good enough, I need more. Just, in this fantasy, your thing is awesome, right!?" Mr. Roland nodded as he imagined his cock looking long, thick, and young. Betty was glad she'd caught that one, even in a fantasy she didn't want something old and wrinkly anywhere near her. "All right, I just wanted to make sure you had a good thingy. Now, I swing my leg over your body so that I'm standing over your waist. Your turn again!"
Mr. Roland continued staring blankly at his desk and said, "You kneel down, grab my cock and slide it inside your beautiful pussy. You start to bounce up and down. My God, your breasts are so firm! They bounce a little, but you're so turned on that they barely move. You reach down and stroke my chest. I help with the fucking some, bouncing my hips up and down. You're so small, you hardly weigh anything!"
Betty was enjoying this. It wasn't as good as the fantasies that her math teacher created, but it was pretty good. "Mmm, that's nice Mr. Roland. You can start stroking again." She saw the chemistry's teacher's arm resume its pumping action behind his desk. "Keep going."
"Your pussy," said Mr. Roland, now sweating heavily, "feels so wonderful on my cock. "You're so tight, it feels like your every stroke is pulling my whole body up and down by my dick! I look down at your hips, and your pretty little skirt it flapping up and down. It's so short that it barely covers your pussy even when it's down, and the brief glimpses of my cock in you are driving me insane. Oh Betty, your little skirt is so hot! I look up, and you've still got the stick from your sucker in your mouth, but it's done now so you throw the little white stick across the room. I start to tell you how beautiful you are, how perfect you are."
"You're not going to finish before me, are you?" said Betty.
"Uhhh," panted the teacher. "No, of course not."
"And why not?"
"Because," the chemistry teacher tried to think, "because, huh... you're so important!"
Betty bobbed her little head up and down, shaking her long, blonde hair. "Very good, Mr. Roland!"
Mr. Roland picked up the pace on his stroke. "I just want you to be happy, and I'm really trying to keep from cumming so that you'll be satisfied." Betty smiled as Mr. Roland started making the funny faces again. "Ungh, then, then you start to scream, you tell me that my big cock feels good inside you. Then you yell out, "That feels so good, Mr. Roland, I'm cumming!" You've got a big smile on your beautiful face as you cum, and I'm so relieved that I let myself go. Oh god!" Mr. Roland shot his load all over the back of his desk.
Betty smiled. "Good job, Mr. Roland! And you know what, after I leave, you'll wake up and actually remember playing with your thingy and having that fantasy. You just won't remember me being here. There's nothing wrong with satisfying yourself after the kids have left, so you won't feel guilty at all." As Betty talked, she leaned over in her seat and zipped up her backpack. "From now on Mr. Roland, make sure that you jerk to me at least once a day, and that you jerk to one of the other girls in your classes at least once a day also. That's made Mr. Harrison relax way more in the last couple of weeks, and I'm sure you'll feel better, too. Try to be more imaginative, though. And make sure you can remember the fantasies, I'll want to hear about them every now and then."
Mr. Roland just sat in the chair and nodded, exhausted. Still in the trance, he hadn't even thought to take his hand off of his cock.
Betty got up from her desk and put on her backpack. "See you tomorrow!" she said as she bounced toward the door. The pretty blonde girl figured that she'd go to her English teacher, Mr. Martin, and get a ride home. He was a lot younger than her other teachers, and she'd had a crush on him since she was a Freshman. Sometimes she fantasized about what it would be like to lose her virginity to him. But that was just a fun fantasy, she didn't intend to have sex for a couple more years. She considered herself very proper that way.
As Betty closed the door behind her, Mr. Roland woke up. He looked at his watch and saw that school had been out for twenty minutes. "Wow, that was a good jerk!" he thought. "Of course, Betty is my favorite student. She's so sweet. And GOD, she's cute!"