Story Code: M/F, m/F, anal

Sherry had taught for many years and each new school year, it seemed, there was at least one, sometimes more than one, eighth grade 'boy-man' who seemed attracted to her. You know the ones: buff, muscled, broad smile, tossed hair, and with 'that' look. There was always one who looked through her�she could feel his fingers in her hair and his lips on her ear, tongue licking her ear which always got her hot. But it was only fantasy though she and her current lover would act it out in her home�he would be the student and she, of course, the teacher. She would stand in the kitchen pretending to conduct class, her lover would approach, feel her hair, kiss her ear electrifying her body and especially her now very hot cunt. He would lift her on the counter, pull up her dress and fuck her right there and she would whisper�"I shouldn't do this! You're my student. You're so young�" and, then, grunting "�you're so big and deep�Fuck me hard�you're getting a�.uhhhh!�good grade." They would laugh. Fantasies were fun. One day though, after many years, she found herself beginning a new school year and once again with an 8th grade 'boy-man' with all the 'qualifications.' Body, smile, hair and when she saw him doing sports in his shorts a telling bulge right where a bulge should be. Once she went to sit in her car during lunch�the new 'boy-man' on her mind in the car�his hands moving on her body, taking down her pants�pushing her back on the seat and penetrating her body�electrifying and bringing an instant orgasm, her body electric, as he kissed her ears and mouth and came into her with hot spills. But it was fantasy except she needed tissues to dry herself before returning to class�and there he was smiling at her. She could feels his eyes making her skin tingle. On the way home that afternoon she was still wetting herself�driving home more quickly for her toy to finish her anxieties. He was all in her mind and yet�he was 'in her mind'�even that evening as she dressed for bed�in her dreams, once again he was in her car, punishing her body with his stiff, pulsing cock, bringing her off to delirium. Fantasy, exciting fantasy, but only that. One day after classes, the new 'boy-man' came through the classroom door. "Hi!" he said. Sherry looked up. It was this year's 'boy-man' walking through that door in his gym shorts and T shirt. "I'm having trouble with my assignment. Can you give me a few pointers?" Sherry nodded�his eyes were looking through her and into her and her body was on alert. Thinking: 'this is not a good idea being alone with this 8th grade 'boy-man'�and in his shorts and I can see that bulge and my cunt can feel him on me, pushing me back in the car, furiously, wonderfully fucking me to delirious heights�and I breathless and climaxing on his long, thick pole.' All this flashing instantly with: "Can you help me?" he had said.

"No," she replied. "I'm late I have to go home."

'Boy-man' smiled and said: "Please, it won't take long." There was that word: 'long' and it thrilled Sherry to think of 'long' and 'hard' and 'thick' and she began to tingle. Her mind was telling her: 'Go home now�right now�you're asking for trouble�leave now.' Her body was telling her a different story�she could feel a heat in her�from her neck to her groin she was glowing and flush�her mind was in turmoil and she stood still as the 'boy-man' approached.

"Are you okay? Your face is flush," he said and felt her cheek with his hand. 'That hand on my skin' she thought to herself�she should leave, now, but his hand smoothed her skin, it was cool on her flesh and he kissed her�she didn't know why but she kissed him back. Her body kissed him back. The blinds in her room had been pulled. She wondered about the door. "Lock the door," she told him and he did, returning to touch her cheeks and kiss her again. She kissed him back. "This is wrong. I'm your teacher," her lips stated but her mind had left for safety. Her body was in control and her hands felt the outside of his shorts then inside his shorts for the softest and hardest cock of her imagination. She took hold. She had unleashed this engine which now came alive�he lifted her on her desk�lifting her dress�pulling aside her small, rose-colored panties.

He whispered: "You're hot and wet and I'm going to fuck my teacher. You know it. You want it or you wouldn't be so wet. I just kissed you and you got hot."

Now his body was against hers, his cock poking at her. She reached down�he was big and hard and long�there was that 'long' word again and she was desperate for that big, hard, long cock to enter and churn her where she was hot and wet. She positioned his cock, stroking its length, using it as a 'boy-man' dildo at her cunt lips, using it to stroke her clitoris, and then lifting her bottom, waiting for him to do his part, which he did, a slow thrusting, entering, tears now in her eyes, longing for that feeling of cock entering, hitting her�as it did�she knew it would�he was long and she could almost feel him in her throat as he pounded into her body, again and again. She clung to his neck, her hands moving down to his waist pulling him deeper and she climaxed and climaxed again as she could feel him release his ejaculant into her, washing and cleansing her. Holding his waist tightly so he couldn't leave, then 'okay, okay.' His cock grew soft and slipped slowing out of her. She petted his softness, lifting his balls. Later, she licked him clean. Tasting his semen. His hands on her cheeks again, smoothing her down. Lifting her to his mouth and he was tasting his own semen now on her tongue. On the way home, she told herself, it was a onetime thing. Her body had a different story. She knew it was very wrong and very, very wonderful. So delicious was forbidden fruit�especially when it was long and hard and fulfilling all of her fantasy. Maybe 'boy-man' would need help again after school. She knew he would. But more than 'help' after school�Sherry scooted on her seat�asking: 'Could she get the 'man-boy' to do anal?'�she loved anal most of all�he might be cautious about that�but she would seduce him as she did her serial boyfriends�bend over her desk�show her petite little ass to him�urge him to do what she savored�ass fucking�it was her very most favorite thing�to have a cock in her ass and balls hitting her clit and cunt in a rhythm that sent her to some other place�that made her cry and cry out�that made her climax like no other. She remembered the first time, with her neighbor lover, who late one night said: "Some time we will have to do anal."

And she said, eagerly: "Do it now!" She had waited for so long for him to be ready to do her favorite thing, he had fingered her ass but not fucked it�she had told him how she liked it but he was dense and didn't get her hint�but then he did get the hint and he did it�She wasn't even sore, she told him that the next morning�her neighbor told her that her ass was smooth and delicious and he loved fucking it�it gave her thrills to hear his words, made her face flush and now�all she had to do was initiate her 'boy-man' into the world of her greatest delights. As she drove home the thoughts of conquest of her student made her come again. She couldn't wait to get home, get out her favorite vibrator�some sex oil�massage her cunt for another wonderful climax. She was a teacher of boys�'boy-man' and she loved it all. Her career was coming to an end�did I say 'end?' She shivered again and pushed her vibrator deep�really deep and quivered and cried out.

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