Natalie turned toward Jason and smiled warmly, daring to press the boy's sinewy hand with her own. "That's very kind of you, Jason although I wouldn't exactly call Miss Thatcher a hag. She's really quite a remarkable person…" The raven-haired beauty was about to go on, but she could see by the look in the blonde boy's eyes that he had already tuned out what she was saying. He was visually feasting on her generous insufficiently-hidden curves, and his mouth was hanging open in awe.

For several seconds, the teacher's concentration lapsed, and she looked to the crotch of Jason's camp shorts, frankly watching the long, hard bulge that had begun to strain slightly against the fabric. He's getting a hard-on… She raised her huge, moist brown eyes to his face again, helplessly inclining toward the youth's trembling virile body as she subconsciously let her fresh ruby red lips fall open. God, he's so beautiful, and so excited…

All at once the youth lunged toward her, gathering her into his quiveringly strong arms and crushing his lips down onto her mouth. She had teased him beyond his limited endurance, and finally his defenses had collapsed.

The beautiful dark-haired woman trembled and struggled weakly as delicious erotic sensations began to ripple through every nerve in her body, but she knew it was useless. She had accidentally tantalized the youth by her voluptuous nearness, and now he was behaving like a lust-crazed man. Natalie's mind flashed with the memory of how Mark's body had once excited her like this and she hurriedly pushed the thought out of her head. This wasn't Mark, but rather one of Mark's young charges. She felt his stone-hard cockshaft pulsing against the softness of her uniform-covered belly as he held her breathlessly tight against his young body. She thought crazily that he might have gone insane with his adolescent lust, and the realization made her suddenly more sober.