1. Last day of school


    Date: 11/2/2017, Categories: Gay Male, Taboo, Author: robd1, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    Every guy has had a thing for a teacher. It's a part of growing up. School is, after all, where we spend most of our developing years. We start noticing breasts and other curves. I was in highschool then. There was this hag of a woman that the whole class used to hate. She was in her mid thirties, tall and very skinny - not much to look at. She did have pretty eyes and nice black, straight hair, and after two k**s, wide hips. We'd make fun of her in class, talk behind her back and all that teenage stuff. I'm not sure about the rest of the guys, but I've always had a massive hardon for her. It was late jun, all classroom windows were open. I loved hot summer days at school. Cleavage, legs, trampy clothes.. What more can a highschool student want? It was the end of the school year, and I had a lot of catching up to do. If I fucked it up and flunked, I'd be in big trouble. I'd stay in classroom after everyone had gone home and do my work. She'd occasionally pop in to see how I'm doing, and to tell me when I needed to leave the classroom. One friday afternoon, I was finishing my final project, alone. She walked in, fanning herself with a small stack of paper. By my standards, this woman was ugly. But her hair was absolutely gorgeous. It was just above shoulders, and as straight as thousands of perfect black lines descending from the top of her head. Seeing it wave in the wind stirred me up. She wore a mini skirt with black stockings, and a revealing top. Revealing to an extent; ...
    her breasts were tiny. She smiled a 5 o'clock smile, and half-dragged towards my table. She liked to sit, or lean on it. Sometimes I thought she wanted us to watch her pose. This time she sat and threw one leg over the other. I almost caught a glimpse of her underwear, and that multiplied by the feeling of having all of my work finished, caused a lot of excitement in me. I tried to keep it cool. She went on and on about how hard I worked, and how I took initiative, and who knows what. I wasn't paying attention, because her long legs were right in my face. She got up and sat next to me, asking me to show her something on the computer. She wasn't even talking, it sounded a lot like moaning. My dick was hard all day from watching skimpy girls walk outside, and this only made it worse. I was absently showing her crap on the computer, while I tried to look at her with the corner of my eye. She had her legs crossed, and had her elbows on her thighs, leaning forward. I could almost see down her shirt. She leaned back, and spread her legs, fanning her face with paper. I heard her gasp. Then I saw my hand on her thigh. I swallowed and sat there, scared shitless. She looked confused. Her facial expression surpassed dumb. Then I saw a smile begin to form at the corner of her mouth. I started to rub her thigh, going higher. The higher I went, the hotter her leg got. She was breathing heavily. Suddenly she got up and told me to come with her. I cold-shut down the computer, grabbed my bag ...
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