Profe dame duro¡¡¡ Solo no vayas a correrte dentro de mi panochita…

With a bit of a smirk, she sauntered into the classroom, hips swaying provocatively as she carried the posse of freshmen boys’ rapt attention. The most tantalizing of Latinas, outfit scandalously short, she postured in front of the whiteboard with an air of audacious authority.

“Good morning class,” she greeted, alluringly. “I trust you’ve all spent the weekend poring over your homework problem sets, si?”

The moans of assent were met with a coy smile. She had the cache of the highest sex ratio compared to any other class on campus, and it showed. Profe was her name, and giving it duro was her game.

“Well, let’s see what you’ve got.” Her voice purred as she flipped open the textbook to a notorious equation on page 79. Skirts that bunched well above the knees, revealing garters and thigh-highs. Button-down slightly misaligned, enough to glimpse a lacey demi-cup bra and ample cleavage.

Chin resting on a knuckle as she glanced at the class through hooded eyes, a lock of ebony hair fell teasingly across her forehead. “Charlie, I’ll start with you.

Aw, come on Prof, ya know I suck at this math shit!” Charlie whined with boyish exaggeration. Profe just bit her bottom lip, walked over and leaned over the desk close enough for him to feel her breath. Her words oozed like honey. “Chuck-chee… we’ll practice other things instead, mami knows just what tu enjoya.”

With a glance at the other boys twitching at the spectacle, she turned and leaned her back against Charlie’s desk with a sigh. Crossing her legs, the silk unzipped another inch. “Someone else? Jesus? _Rafael_?”

The boys stumbled over their answers, most obviously distracted by attending to Profe’s divine body more than the algebra. She sauntered up to each one to provide “private tutoring” for their benefit. Each exchange more inappropriate and suggestive than the last.

“That’s not bad, pero we need to work it harder, understand? Put my foot in your mouth,” she whispered loudly to pitch-starving Jesus. Poor Rafa got a turn bending over for her to pass him a highlighter, minus panties under her skirt. Tu mami don’t need no panties to impress…

After some time of such torture, the boys were so worked up, they were about to piss themselves if the teacher continued to toy with them. But if she gave them any more to see her curves in that sultry outfit, she could see on their flushed faces they would bust in their own pants, all eleven at once, their mathematician fears be damned.

“Ok my little nerds, seems you deserve a little reward for such _good_ performances, yes?” Slinging a leg up on the desk, her skirt crept up into the danger zone… the one she’d been aching to flash them all week. “Mami will give a little private lesson to whoever answers the question fastest and smartest. I’ll even make it a little more rewarding this time, especially to the one who gets the right answer fastest…”

The boys were already sitting on the edge of their seats, swinging their hips in a desperate attempt to subtly alleviating their throbbing erection pains against the circumference of their thighs. Profe licked her painted lips provocatively. “Now…”

Profe lifted up her skirt slowly up her thigh until her lack of underwear came into view, followed by the folds of which she spoke earlier in the lesson, glistening with her attitude to tease their teenage fantasies.

Moans and groans abused the classroom. “Most of the boys couldn’t resist stroking their cocks through their pants next to Profe’s bent down position. Profe stood up straight and chastised them through stern, breathy words, though the purest intent was to further arouse them. “No cheating, ninos. Eyes on the prize….”

Loud grunts, they scrolled through the textbook frantically to find the answer to the problem given.

“Jesus!” She spun around, taking his cock out as a reward for his daring displays without hesitation, stroking it until he was close to the edge.

“Manny!” She gave him an eyebrow ringcheek, tightening her vag with a squeeze.

“Rafa!” One lick, one. Two.

“Jorge… Oh miki, you bad boys. Me quiero chupar tu Coke…” She posed with her hands pounding to give head, as the rest of the students looked on, forever changed by the experience. The decrease in testosterone in their brains from seeing their teacher act so bold and provocative, especially in such a setting where it’s simply not done, it was dizzying…

The boys couldn’t withhold the urge to cum anymore. One by one, they fired their loads in their pants as if were a regular day in class for Profe Chula that gave it duro to her students. She stood up and let them see the wet spot their semen made on her skirt, but shook her head in disappointment for autocumming so soon in class.

“Dulces ninos, por favor.. next time, contain your urges, no? Surely your mami is nelle in a situation like this, yes? I’m only trying to enhance your learning experience… Corajo!”