School Teachers You Had A Crush On!

[spicoli]

We had a Spanish teacher in high school just out of college who was very cute and liked to show off her assets as much as she could get away with. She knew the effect that she was having on the guys. She also hung around a bit with some of us.

One of the guys claimed to have done her. We thought that he was either the luckiest guy in the world or the biggest liar.

Fast forward to today when screwing your student(s) would get her fired and put in jail. The thought that what she was doing (if true) was wrong never entered our minds at the time. In a way I still don't think that it's wrong for a female teacher but I do think that it is wrong for a male teacher (double standard).

[Reclaimedwg]

Growing up in Italy.... when I was in 3rd grade at the Montessori in Roma in 1973, I had a teacher named Signorina (Italian for Miss) A

My Dad still brings her up sometimes.

He would ask me: "do you remember your teacher in 3rd grade? She was beautiful."

I guess he had a crush on her - bet he volunteered to walk me to school and back every day which by the way, was right across the street from our apartment building.

I don't remember how beautiful she was and I didn't have a crush on her.

I was just a little kid but I do remember one thing and if I close my eyes sometimes, I can still visualize it.

I was sitting at my desk one day and I turned my head and Signorina Antonelli was standing at the table next to me.

She was bending forward, helping another student.

I could see right up her skirt: full Panties (no such things as thongs back then), Leg Stockings, Garter Belts, etc

That was the first time I started noticing girls.

I remember after that, we would go to the Department Store and one time, Mamma caught me trying to look up the skirt of one of the female mannequin.

She gave me a whooping right there in the store (which UNFORTUNATELY you can't do today unless you want someone to call the Police on you).

Then in 1976 when we were living in Vicenza, Italy and I was in 6th grade, we had a cute teacher who taught us English.

I don't remember her name but I remember she always wore really really tight jeans.

It was like they were painted on and all the boys in the class would say:

"Guarda! La Fessura!"

Fessura means slot, gap, etc or what we now call Cameltoe.

So the entire 50 min class, we would sit there and stare her Fessura!

I didn't learn much English from her besides Hi, How Are You, Is, Are, etc

But I still remember one of the boys in our class asking her how to say Spogliarello in English:

Striptease

That was probably one of the first (and most important) English Word I'd learned.

[sydney1]

Originally Posted by wildtig2013

Growing up in Italy.... when I was in 3rd grade at the Montessori in Roma in 1973, I had a teacher named Signorina (Italian for Miss) A

My Dad still brings her up sometimes.

He would ask me: "do you remember your teacher in 3rd grade? She was beautiful."

I guess he had a crush on her - bet he volunteered to walk me to school and back every day which by the way, was right across the street from our apartment building.

I don't remember how beautiful she was and I didn't have a crush on her.

I was just a little kid but I do remember one thing and if I close my eyes sometimes, I can still visualize it.

I was sitting at my desk one day and I turned my head and Signorina Antonelli was standing at the table next to me.

She was bending forward, helping another student.

I could see right up her skirt: full Panties (no such things as thongs back then), Leg Stockings, Garter Belts, etc

That was the first time I started noticing girls.

I remember after that, we would go to the Department Store and one time, Mamma caught me trying to look up the skirt of one of the female mannequin.

She gave me a whooping right there in the store (which UNFORTUNATELY you can't do today unless you want someone to call the Police on you).

Then in 1976 when we were living in Vicenza, Italy and I was in 6th grade, we had a cute teacher who taught us English.

I don't remember her name but I remember she always wore really really tight jeans.

It was like they were painted on and all the boys in the class would say:

"Guarda! La Fessura!"

Fessura means slot, gap, etc or what we now call Cameltoe.

So the entire 50 min class, we would sit there and stare her Fessura!

I didn't learn much English from her besides Hi, How Are You, Is, Are, etc

But I still remember one of the boys in our class asking her how to say Spogliarello in English:

Striptease

That was probably one of the first (and most important) English Word I'd learned.

Are you sure you're not Tinto Brass, by any chance are you?

[richardoe]

For me it was my English teacher, boy did I want to get in to her knickers. A couple of years after I left school there was a picture in readers wives which Im sure was her!

[onehourplus]

Originally Posted by wildtig2013

I remember after that, we would go to the Department Store and one time, Mamma caught me trying to look up the skirt of one of the female mannequin.

I was caught with my hand up the skirt of the mannequin, exploring her crotch. I don't recall considering, at that tender age, whether or not she might be anatomically correct down there. Some woman shopping nearby saw me doing it and had a good laugh. Anyhow, I escaped the corporal punishment on that particular occasion because my mom was too humiliated in public to act. Later in private I got a good scolding for it.

[fenland]

I went to an all-boys school and in my last year I went on a school trip to the Lake District. One of the teachers who came was our science teacher, a pretty pert thing who all the boys had spilt some serious cum over. I wouldn’t say she encouraged the boys, she had no need to! But she was happy to flirt with the older boys at the top of the school pack, somewhere I never was. One of the first things we did that week was canoeing which involved us practising a roll over in an outside swimming pool before going to the river. Miss was one of the first to do it then myself, I then started messing around with some others so got told to take some paddles back to our mini bus. The bus was in an empty car park under some trees, as I approached I saw the back doors open then I froze! There in the back part of the bus behind the seats was Miss totally naked just stepping out of a pair of knickers. She saw me, I was only a few feet away “close your mouth and keep a look out for me” yeah like I was going to look anywhere else? A neat black triangle was covered up by a fresh pair of knickers, her tits were small but very perky almost pointing upwards. “You don’t say anything to others!” as she but her bra on “I mean it especially not any teachers!” pulling her trousers up “and for god’s sake take that stupid look off your face!”
She got out and helped me put the paddles in the van again swearing me to silence and suggesting that I should put dry clothes on. I nervously said I hadn’t brought any, which was true, she grinned looking at me “oh! Come with me” she led me just into the trees after looking around the car park. She stood beside me and started pulling at my trousers “this is a treat which never goes any further than just us ok!” her experienced hand started stroking my cock. Sensing my nervousness she told me to relax her slow hand wrapped around my cock, she was in no hurry! I would normally have cum in seconds but I was terrified “relax” she whispered in my ear “think of my tits you were just staring at” that did the trick “oh yes, you needed that didn’t you” as my cum shot out onto the floor and all over her hand purposely stopping some spurts. I was terrified being anywhere near her for the rest of the week, she seemed totally cool and calm. I did relive the moment every night in my bunk bed.

[DirtyDevil]

You lucky b*st*rd

Mine was a Mrs W - she was in her 30's, a complete b*tch of a Maths teacher but she always had too much make up - as in really too much - her cheeks were virtually crimson with all the blusher - and she used to wear stretchy bras that if she bent down too low you could see her tits hanging. She used to flirt with some of the older lads but I'm afraid I never was a Brad Pitt - more like a Tar Pit I'm afraid.

[Fries_Julian]

I used to fantasize about my Spanish teacher. She was French, actually, so she spoke Spanish with a French accent. Creamy skin, slender red lips, full, delicious tits. A hint of perfume as she waled past. I could always see the lacy outline of her bras through her silk blouses, cradling her tits as they moved magically beneath. I was young, I was consumed by lust for her...I jacked off at night, yearning to open her shirt and feast on her lingerie covered nipples, have her drape her flowing skirt over my face and allow me to taste her pussy through her soaked panties before finally allowing me to slide my aching cock into her on her desk, her skirt around her hips, panties to the side, blouse open, tits hypnotizing me in her sheer bra.

I shot gallons over her...

[Dropped52]

My 10th grade English teacher, ms.t , she was from south Carolina and had a sexy accent and reddish color hair and a solid size c rack. Always wore skirts and tight fitting tops. She was gorgeous, wish I could see her now, now that I'm in my 30s and see of maybe I could woo her, most likely ID creep her out tho :P

[barbiedolls]

mine was Italian she was my head of my house . I saw her boob when she had this lose top on that was it I was hooked she always smiled at me very time I saw her. but as I didn't fancy the cane so never took it any further . I still fantasice about doing her even now her name was shered by a famous red sports car brum brum