Sexy 3rd grade teacher

[Brutus 2,206]

Glad I found a place to tell my stories where people are still active in the discussions. I have many stories to post. I'll start with my third grade teacher, Mrs. Robertson. This was 1997. She was very hot. Even at the young age of 8 I felt an attraction to her, perhaps not sexual but a typical 8 year old crush on her. She was white, tall, about 5'10'' very curvy, not fat but shapely. Everything on her was big. Legs, thighs, hips and her breasts were huge. We all stared at them often. She knew she was sexy because she always always wore tight clothing. Plenty of cleavage was on display and she usually had high heels, even with jeans. Her attire was very inappropriate for kids. Add to that, blonde and brown eyes. And I vividly remember the very strong perfume she always had on. Never failed. She told us she was 29 that year. Now for the pee story. This occurrence is what both forever changed how I felt about Mrs. Robertson and planted the seeds for my pee fetish. I was serving after school detention for forgetting to bring my homework to class. The classroom I was supposed to sit in was being painted so the principal put me in a corner room at the end of the hallway with just 2 desks in it. It was about 4 o'clock and I was sitting there staring at the wall counting the minutes until I could leave. All the classrooms were empty all the other kids went home but some teachers always hung around. Out of her classroom comes Mrs. Robertson heading straight to the girls room directly across the hall from the room I was in. She had no clue I was there. There were no doors on these restrooms just those sort of overlapping walls to block your view. But I could hear clearly as she walked in and closed the stall door. I heard clothes rustling and then she let out the most forceful stream of piss I had ever heard. It was unbelievable, it sounded like someone was firing a hose into the toilet or dumping a big bucket of water into it. It was kinda scary to me actually. It went on for probably 20 seconds non stop. This piss was monstrous. Then when it slowed down I could hear intermittent spurts as she was squeezing the rest out. A few seconds later she just walked out...I heard no toilet tissue dispensing OR a toilet flush OR a sink running. She flooded the toilet with piss, didn't wipe, flush or wash her hands, she just left. I saw her come out of the restroom as she was still buckling her belt and heading back to her classroom. My heart was pounding with excitement and fear that she may have wondered why I was sitting in that room but she never noticed me. Now...my image of her being a lady was just shattered but here is where she showed an even darker side. Another female teacher, Ms. Raccini I believe was her name, came over to Mrs. Robertsons room and said "was that you peeing like a horse?" and she laughed and said ''oh you heard that huh?'' Ms. Raccini asked her something along the lines of you didn't make a mess or something but I'll never forget that Mrs. Robertson answered ''I don't care, that n-gger will clean it up.'' She was talking about the school janitor, old Mr. Crawford, who of course was black and a really nice guy, kids never gave him trouble. As soon as she said that they both began laughing hysterically. At 5pm my detention was over and I went home. I'm biracial by the way, so I never liked either of them after that day. So Mrs. Robertson turned out to be a monster pisser, have terrible hygiene and be a racist.

[odinloc 23]

Just read through this Post properly, it's sad that you had to find out like this that people can be so horrible on the inside...

 

Given my own childhood of being bullied, I always try to keep in mind that behaviour like this only reflects badly on the perpetrators, never the victims.  Racism is an ugly part of human nature... 

 

On a lighter note, I admit the idea of women not wiping and just pulling their panties up over their wet pussies, or pissing all over the seat and floor and not cleaning up the mess is a huge turn-on, which is why I enjoy these stories of yours so much, Brutus.  Thanks for sharing them, you're a great contributor to the forum.  

[Brutus 2,206]

21 hours ago, odinloc said:

On a lighter note, I admit the idea of women not wiping and just pulling their panties up over their wet pussies, or pissing all over the seat and floor and not cleaning up the mess is a huge turn-on, which is why I enjoy these stories of yours so much, Brutus.  Thanks for sharing them, you're a great contributor to the forum.  

Yeah I do wonder what she left for the janitor in there sometimes. I actually spotted her at Walmart about 2 years ago standing in the checkout. She still teaches for the same school district but in the high school now. To this day she still looks good, aging well. She'll never know what effect she had on me that day 20 years ago. This pee stuff all started with her.

[Guest UnabashedUser]

Do you think she is still pissing on the floor in random locations? Do you think it was an accident or part of the woman's own pee obsession?  I wonder what she'd have said if you went up to her and said  "come with me -- I want to make a pee with you".

This brings to mind  the image of Ms. Craft, a high school English teacher I had.  Tall, dark, and comely, Ms Craft would sit on the corner of the desk in front of the class with her legs careless high-crossed exposing her often red panties to the hungry eyes of the males who were of course bonered up.  Then she'd lick her lips as she would call them up to the blackboard, enjoying watching them squirm as they tried to cover their hard-ons on the way to the front.

She was only a few years older than us, -- fresh out of college -- and would also laugh out loud whenever she heard a dirty joke told by rough guys (myself included) at the rear of the room. She was jerkbait for many of  us and widely discussed in the locker rooms of the school.

One day she was observed after class orally servicing one of the muscular athletic coaches inside the dugout of the baseball field and shortly thereafter left town.

Ah those memories.