And Mr. Jennings, the teacher of her last period class, was the worst of all.

Tammy sat primly in the front row, realizing that she was the center of the poor man's attention. He was a tall, rugged-looking history instructor in his early forties, who was apparently quite popular with the other students.

But he was obviously totally flustered by the mouth-watering lushness of Tammy's body. He kept on staring at her as he lectured, frequently forgetting what he was saying in mid-sentence… making a fool of himself, Tammy realized, and all because he was hot for her gorgeous body.

His desire for her pussy made her incredibly hot. Tammy had to stop herself from wiggling her ass on the hard wooden chair, even though a burning wetness soaked the hairy lips of her cunt.

When the last bell rang and the class let out, Tammy was overjoyed when the teacher called her name and asked her to stay on a little longer.

"Did I forget to give you my registration or something, Mr. Jennings?" she asked, standing beside his desk and looking at him innocently.

Jennings waited until the last student had shut the door behind him. Then he sat back in his chair, mopped his forehead with a handkerchief and looked at Tammy nervously. He was trying to keep his eyes on her face, but he was obviously having trouble. Tammy wanted to smile as she watched his eyes persistently glancing downwards to the mouth-watering shelf of her big tits.

"No, nothing like that," he sighed. "Sit down again, Tammy, please. There's something special I have to talk to you about."

Obediently, Tammy returned to her desk. The teacher rose from his chair and approached her slowly, looking more nervous than ever. Tammy was delighted to see a large cock-bulge growing in his pants.

"Tammy, I'm not sure how to begin this." Jennings paused. "The high school you just left… did they have a dress code there?"