1. Boy Magnets


    Date: 10/22/2014, Categories: First Time, Hardcore, Author: kinghut, Rating: 95, Source: xHamster

    I am the last teacher in the world I would expect to sl**p with one of her students. I am good-looking, I have had plenty of boyfriends, and have never been what I would consider some kind of slut. This is what happened to me last spring. Names changed to protect the guilty. I have been a teacher at Andrew Jackson Middle School for over six years. Bobby Hunter was just an average 13 year old k** in my fourth period class. About 5'6", dark hair, blue eyes, average build. I never looked at him twice, or any of the other boys for that matter. Until...sigh. One day in May, as class was letting out, Bobby was walking past my desk on his way out of class, and I felt his gaze on my chest. It was a warm day and I had worn a blouse that showed just an inch or two of cleavage. It is not unusual for boys to look down my blouse, and I don't mind. My philosophy is what the hell, let them look. I looked back at him, expecting him to flush and move on when he saw that I had caught him staring. Then I noticed, right in front of my desktop, that he had a simply enormous boner in his pants. I didn't realize what it was at first -- just a big lump that was distending the front of his pants to a considerable degree. I honestly wondered what it was, and when it occurred to me that he had an erection, I was too surprised to even blush. I stared back, and when I realized that I was staring at a 13 year old boy's crotch I quickly averted my gaze. Bobby walked on out of the room. I was surprised to ...
    feel my nipples tingling and hardening in my bra, and I was glad that he wasn't there to see it. I had just had a pussy-dampening experience with a student. Well, he was kind of cute. I thought about him off and on throughout the rest of the day, and fantasized about that big erection. That night I dreamed about him. I don't remember all of the dream, just that we were alone somewhere and I was trying to get his pants off and I couldn't get them off because they kept snagging on his hard-on, and I was unbelievably horny. I woke up dripping wet between my legs and finished myself off with my hand, masturbating furiously. My clitoris was jutting out like the prow of a ship. The next day my closest friend on the teaching staff, Cathy Barton, and I had a lunch date, and over lunch I told her the whole thing. Cathy looked thoughtful. "You know, I know of at least three teachers who have had affairs with students here," she said. "Two men, and one woman. One of the men was caught and nearly fired, but they hushed it up somehow." "Who was the woman? The one who had an affair with a student, I mean." "I'm not telling. I'll tell you who the student was. Do you know Raymond Anthony?" "Oh, him? I had him in my class two years ago. He's in the ninth grade now, right? He seems like a pretty average boy. What was the attraction?" "Well...he isn't a perfectly average boy, if you catch my drift. He's really quite big for his age, where it counts. All the girls in the ninth grade know about ...
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