Standing up in front of class,
Not my fault – my teacher’s ass!
Bent right over in front of me,
Eyes popped out what could I see?
Skirt so short, no pubic hair!
How the hell could I not stare?
Dreams of standing right behind,
My probing cock – would she mind?
Eyes still staring, caught in a trance,
Inflating, throbbing, stretching pants.
I think I groaned, as she turned round,
My hungry gaze, no doubt she’d found.
Face gone red, she made me stand,
Teacher shouting, my engorged gland.
Trousers dropping! Cool breeze I felt,
I wish I’d worn a bloody belt!