Ms. Whitman, Teacher of The Year - PART 1 - Sex Stories

Ms. Whitman, Teacher of The Year - PART 1

I always knew that I liked young boys. When I was a little girl, I had crushes on boys older than me and into my teens I had crushes on boys my own age. As I reached womanhood I realized I loved boys that were younger than me, specifically between the age range of 10-15. Anything younger was typically too c***dish for me and anything older was just too typical of boys trying to become men. My name is Jenna Whitman, by the way, but most call me Jenny. I have long blonde hair, blue eyes and I’m about 5 foot 8 and weigh about 120 pounds. My tits are on the larger side, but not too big and I always try to stay clean shaven on my pussy. I try to keep my tan up, but sometimes I simply don’t have the time. I lost my virginity when I was 15 and I lost it to a friend of my b*****r’s who was 2 years younger than me, making him 13. Greg was his name and he was so damn cute. I’ll get to that story later, though. I blossomed quickly and was pretty popular in school, so not to toot my own horn, but most guys wanted to get with me. Don’t get me wrong, I was no slut, but I did have my fair share of sexual encounters. Looking how I looked, getting Greg was no trouble at all. By the time I graduated high school, I realized that the perfect job for me would be to become a teacher. I’d be close to all the boys I could imagine and not only that, but educate my country’s youth. I went to college and got my teaching degree and by the time I was 23 I became a teacher. Don’t ask me how; I don’t even ...

... know how I didn’t even start as a substitute at first. My first and current teaching job is at West Midland Middle School. I quickly became the teacher that all the boys had crushes on and honestly was not much of a surprise to me. You may call me arrogant, but I’m simply very self-aware of the affect I have on the male gender. Since I began teaching my goal was obviously to shape the minds of c***dren, but also to get my fill of all of the boys I could get. Each year I would typically have 3 to 4 boy lovers. We’re going to start this off with the very first boy I ever had sexually as a teacher. Charlie was his name and he was a knockout. He was in the 6th grade (which was the grade that I taught at the time) and was just shy of 12. He was just about average height for his age, maybe slightly shorter, had short light brown hair and beautiful brown eyes. He wasn’t very popular, but he was by no means a nerd or an outcast. It was the first day of school on my first day as the new English teacher. As I expected, nearly all the boys had their jaws dropping over me. But for some reason, one boy stood out to me and that boy was Charlie. I went down a list of names for the attendance and after all the boys tried their hardest to say the word “Here” in a cool manner after I called their names, I learned Charlie’s name. I don’t know exactly what it was about him, but I knew Charlie was going to be my first boy at this school. Over the weeks, I learned more about Charlie as well as all ...