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Boy Magnets

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

fascinated. It was like some kind of a****l mating display in a nature documentary. Once again I felt my nipples hardening. Would it show? In this bra, yes, when my nipples were erect they poked through. Would he notice? I looked down at myself and I could see a big bump where the left nipple was sticking out. I was breathing hard. This little game of I'll- show-you-mine-if-you-show-me-yours had gone far enough. "So you'll have it in by the end of the week?" I asked with a smile. "Yes, Miss Wanshel," he choked out. "Good. See you in class tomorrow." I smiled at him and tried to meet his eyes -- he still wasn't looking me in the face -- and then turned around to erase the black- board. My nipples stuck out half an inch. I looked obscene. I rearranged my clothes, fastened the button and thought of horrible things until I could feel the swelling in my areolae going down. That night I dreamed about him again. This time I had no problem getting his pants down. He was big and thick between my legs, pumping hard, and I was gasping and moaning and almost about to come for what seemed in the dream like a very long time. I woke up in a sweat with a damp spot under me on the bed, and hurriedly finished myself off, one hand shov- ing fingers up inside me and the other rubbing my clit hard until I came. There was no time to reach for the vibrator and no need for it. My orgasm lasted almost a minute. The next morning was Wednesday, and I wasn't supposed to meet Cathy but she sent me a ... note between classes suggesting we do lunch again. I met her on our break and we got into her car and drove out toward a ham- burger place on the highway. "He's in my fifth period class. He's such a little dreamboat. God, I'm even envious that he has a crush on you," she said once we were in the car. "So, what happened in class yesterday?" I told her all the gory details. She wanted to know how big his bulge was, and whether any of the other boys noticed my boobs, and whether any of the girls noticed his erection. And which bra I had worn today. "I'm not showing any cleavage today. I don't want to be known as a slut." "What are you wearing tomorrow, then?" She tried to convince me I should wear something clingy and go braless. Or a miniskirt. Going braless works if you're built like her, but it's a mistake if you are a D cup, and there is in fact a dress code for teachers at Andrew Jackson Middle School that specifically pro- hibits miniskirts. So I convinced her that I was going to wear what I usually wear, regardless. "He really is good-looking. Have you thought about it?" "About what?" "About whether you really want to do it with him?" "He's a boy! Thirteen years old!" "I know, but look, you're dreaming about him. Two nights in a row. Once you start dreaming about a man you're probably going to give in, in the end." "He's not a man, he's a boy." She giggled. "He's big enough. So, what do we have here? Just a young man, a sympathetic older woman, and a little private lesson in ...