My Teacher is a human toilet

Jason Fraser chewed his pencil nervously at the front
of his school class, trying to concentrate. As
usual, he was getting distracted by Mrs. Norman’s
dressing. He could hardly hear any of the Math theories
she was talking about. His eyes were completely and
totally focused on her legs. They were long, slinky and
almost always exposed.

She had long blonde hair that she was always toying
with, deep blue eyes and full lips that she had a habit
of leaving open. Jason couldn’t understand why she
insisted that he sit in front of the class. He
shrugged. Well, that wasn’t necessarily true. His
grades had slipped recently. He had initially been one
of the best students in the class, but in recent times,
he had been distracted. Not solely by his Math teacher,
but mainly by her.

If it wasn’t her tight white pants and tight tops, it
was her intoxicating perfume and extremely low cut
blouses that somehow always ended up almost in his
face, when she was talking to him. Or it was her most
recent and most disturbing tendency to wear extremely
short, tight skirts and cross her legs in class. It
wasn’t only him who had noticed, but he seemed to be
affected more so than the other students.

With his Raven black hair, tall, hard frame and cocky
demeanor, Jason had never had problems with getting
girls, but in a sense he had never quite found what he
was looking for in a girl. And with Mrs. Norman’s
increasingly tempting displays in class, he found
himself suddenly fixated on her.

He shook his head, embarrassed. Well, no matter what he
felt inside, he would continue to act cocky around her
and everyone else. All it meant was that he would have
to fuck Shannon and Amy, his two latest girls, harder
and more frequently!! He would live with that.

The problem was that he only got to fuck them after
school, and he could still do nothing about the raging
hard-on beneath his tight jeans. He had now taken to
wearing three different briefs under his pants to try
to restrain the huge erections he always got in Mrs.
Norman’s classes.

“JASON FRASER!!”

The class erupted in suppressed giggles as the daily
drama began.

“You’re day-dreaming again, aren’t you?”

Mrs. Norman looked back from the black board, shaking
her head. All the eyes in the class focused on her
tight gray skirt, and the lush contours of her hips and
behind, as she slowly walked towards Jason, wagging her
finger her finger in the air.

“I’m not day dreaming,” Jason mumbled, trying not to
stare at the shape of her nipples against her silk
blouse, wondering why she had to come so close to get
her point to him.

“How did we solve that equation on the blackboard?” she
asked sharply.

“Well…” he began, then he shrugged. “I have an idea,
but I’m not sure.”

The class burst into laughter, and Mrs. Norman’s eyes
hardened. “I’ve had enough of this,” she said curtly.
“This time you’re really gonna get it. Report to my
office after the class.” She stalked away back towards
the blackboard, her skirt hardly able to contain the
lush, undulating buttocks beneath.

Jason knew he was in trouble.

A half hour later, he was in her office, standing in
front of her desk as she lectured him harshly about
where he would end up in life if he didn’t straighten
up.

Suddenly, she stood up from her desk, walked up to him
and slapped him hard in the face. “You haven’t even
been listening to me, have you?” she said angrily. “I’m
going to write you up for detention, and you’ll
probably get suspended this time.”

Jason stared at him, shock in his face, at the slap he
had just received. Beneath the shock, though, he was
growing afraid. He couldn’t afford a suspension. He was
in enough trouble at home, and he REALLY wanted a
recommendation from at least one of his teachers, for
his college application in two years. Another
suspension would certainly prevent him from getting any
such recommendation. He had been warned as much by the
School Principal.

“Mrs. Norman, listen, I’m very sorry,” he said quickly.
“I’ve just been going through some very, very hard
times at home. Please don’t write me up, please. Give
me a last chance.”

“Pff, that’s what you always say, Jason,” she said
harshly. “I’m tired of your sweet mouth, I don’t
believe what you say anymore.”

“Please!” A feeling of panic surging through him,
Jason fell to his knees, and grabbed her legs, before
realizing what he was doing and jumping back, staying
on his knees. He looked up at his teacher, scared,
wondering if she would let the contact slide.

Mrs. Norman had a strange look on her face. She looked
somewhat amused, somewhat intrigued. The suddenly, she
raised her left leg and pushed him back to the ground,
sending him flat on his back.

He looked up, shocked, and was about to rise, when she
used her leg to hold him down, tapping her pen against
her cheek pensively, she stared at him, and he knew
instinctively that this was going to be an unusual day
for him.

“So you’re sorry, huh?” she said deliberately.

“Yes, Mrs. Norman, very sorry.”

“Are you ready to prove just how sorry you are?”

“I think so,” Jason said, frowning slightly, not sure
where this was heading.

Suddenly, she moved her red heels to his jeans, and
placed the tip of the shoe against his suddenly rock
hard erection. “Doesn’t seem to me like you’re too
sorry” she murmured.

“Umm, I’mmmm sorr…” his face went a deep red.

“Not as sorry as you’re gonna be, boy,” she said, her
face suddenly determined. She walked right over him and
went to her door, locked it and came back. Then she
turned on her radio, ostensibly to conceal their words
to any outside listener. “did you enjoy the sight just
now, boy?”

“I don’t know what you…”

“The sight when I walked right over you, pervert, I
know you were looking up my panties, like you always do
in class, well it’s time for you to get a closer look.”

Jason’s eyes almost popped out of his head as Mrs.
Norman suddenly walked in front of him, her legs
astride his body, completely exposing her garters and
panties to his eyes. His penis continued to grow
beneath his jeans, as he stared into her most private
parts, oblivious to her mocking smile.

“Do you want to see more?”

“Yes, please.”

“Please MA’AM” she said sharply. “Don’t ever forget
that.”

“Yes ma’am,” he said quickly.

“Good boy, now let’s take it to the next stage. She
suddenly raised her tight skirt over the contours of
her hips, until it was up to her waist. Then as Jason
gasped, she turned away from him, so she was facing his
legs and he was facing her ass. “This is what you
REALLY wanted to see, isn’t it?”

“Yes ma’am,” Jason’s voice was barely a whisper as he
stared at her glorious expanse of flesh. Her ass was
round and fleshy without being fat, better than
anything he could have imagined. The white panties she
wore were tiny, and stuck deep into the creases of her
anus, leaving almost the entire gorgeous expanse of
ass-flesh exposed.

“Do you want more, you filthy pervert?”

“Yyes ma’am” Jason said, hardly breathing, swallowing
quickly as Mrs. Norman slowly removed her white garters
and then peeled off her panties, completely exposing
the supreme orbs of flesh to his eyes. His words tailed
off, as she then slowly descended on him, the expanse
of ass-flesh covering his face. He gasped as she
reached back and pulled her ass cheeks apart, until the
pink, rosy aperture of her asshole was completely
exposed to his eyes.

“Do I have to tell you what to do, you filthy beast? Or
would you rather I carry out my earlier threat?”

Feeling shocked, repulsed, but more aroused than ever
before in his life, Jason stuck his tongue out
gingerly, touching the center of the rosy orifice. The
taste and smell intrigued and spurred him, and suddenly
he began to lick all
around the anal opening before thrusting his tongue
deep into the anal cavern.

Mrs. Norman’s loud gasps of pleasure inflamed him
beyond anything he had ever felt, and began to dig even
deeper into her anus, caressing every expanse of the
cavern inside and outside with his tongue. Then he
gasped, as a foul odor suddenly came from her asshole.
She was farting!

He tried to move his head away from the awful smell,
but she shouted at him to stay there. Obediently, he
resumed his licking, though he gagged from the foul
odor that he was beginning to get used to. He had
started using his tongue again, when he stiffened. He
had felt something inside. Something that was moving!

“Don’t stop, pervert,” Mrs. Norman said, I told you
that you would get ‘it’, and you’re now about to get
‘it’. And you if you spill even a drop of my shit over
the carpet, you’ll never get a chance to service me
again, as I know you WANT to do.”

Jason felt his penis being released from his jeans, and
he instinctively opened his mouth wide to accept the
brown turd that had began creeping out of Mrs. Norman’s
ass.

“You’re not worthy to fuck me as I know you’ve always
wanted to, but I’ll permit you to eat my shit, and you
should be grateful for that, you dirty pervert.” She
grunted with exertion, and Jason had to strain to
accept the brown load that suddenly filled his mouth.

The smell and taste were indescribably nasty, but at
the same time, the fact that he was being degraded in
this manner by such an incredibly sexy woman, turned
him on. He could hear Mrs. Norman’s derisive laughter
above him, as she strained to continue shitting into
his mouth.

“Sorry, but I had to go, and you happened to be around
today. When you start sticking your tongue up a woman’s
bum, you should expect a ‘follow-up'” she burst into
laughter again, and Jason felt incredibly humiliated,
but he knew he had to continue swallowing her seemingly
inexhaustible load of shit.

His penis was harder than it had ever been, and he felt
as if he had been transported to another plane, where
humiliation, lust and bliss, reigned together. The
combination of his thoughts and Mrs. Norman’s
manipulation of his penis combined, and he shot a huge
load of sperm into the air, all over his crotch, his
legs and Mrs. Norman’s carpet.

“Tit for tat,” Mrs. Norman said after masturbating
herself to orgasm.

“What?” Jason mumbled, the shame beginning to set in,
after his orgasm.

“I gave you an orgasm, and allowed you to eat my shit.
In turn, you have to lick my ass clean, and I’ll do
something else for you.”

His stomach now beginning to turn, Jason licked around
her asshole, absorbing all the traces of shit that
remained there, then suddenly he was startled as Mrs.
Norman shifted position slightly and a hard jet of piss
flooded his mouth. The feel and taste of the piss after
the shit, was a relief and he swallowed it gratefully,
again hearing Mrs. Norman’s disdainful laughter above
him.

“You’re really a pervert, pig,” she said, finally
raising her ass from his face, standing up and wearing
her panties again, before drawing down her skirt. “But
you did a fabulous job. You’re better than any toilet
or any toilet paper I’ve ever used. Now lick off your
filthy sperm from my carpet before someone notices it.”
She laughed as Jason obeyed her, then straightened her
clothes and turned to face him.

Jason couldn’t look her in the face, but stared at the
ground in shame.

Mrs. Norman nodded in satisfaction. “I like your new
attitude already. You’ll need it for your new job.”

“New job?”

“You’re now my shitboy. I’ll give you good grades, and
give you the recommendation you need in college, and in
return, you’ll pay attention in class and eat my load
whenever I want. No questions or protests. That’s how
it’s gonna be from now, ok?”

“Ok.” Jason nodded.

Minutes later, he shook his head as he drove home.
Football hero, school playboy, and tormentor of nerds,
he had just become his teacher’s shit-eater. And it was
the best thing that had happened to him in his life.
Now, finally, he knew his role. He had found the woman
he needed.

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