Bad Teacher - Sex Stories

Bad Teacher

... Just thinking of these kids as having cocks was a new thing to me; I had never thought about them that way. But for some reason for the first time thinking about all those naked teenage boys walking around the locker room with their cocks swinging around seemed hot, and the fact that this skinny-nerdy kid might have the biggest cock of them all really got to me. That next hour of teaching I got so wet that I thought my students might smell me in the air. I didn’t know what was coming over me. I had never thought about a student this way before. And really, I hadn’t thought about big cocks that much either. It seemed like all the guys I had slept with where around the 5 inch range. My husband was only around 5 ½ inches long, but it never seemed to bother me. But now I couldn’t get Andrew’s cock out of my mind. That was the turning point. It was a long slow burn, and then it was that one thing that flipped the switch for me. All I could think about was taking a huge cock in my mouth, or rather Andrews’s huge cock. After the last bell rang and all the students left for the day I did something I had never done before. I locked my classroom door and sat at my desk and slowly put my hand up my skirt. My panties were soaked. I got my fingers wet as I moved the damp cloth to the side and started to rub my burning clit. I orgasamed harder in my classroom then I had all of Christmas break. A few things happened over the next couple of weeks: the first was that I became obsessed with ...

... seeing Andrew’s cock. I knew that could never happen without me crossing a huge moral and ethical line, but that didn’t stop me from checking Andrew out every time he came into my class room. I would watch the front of his jeans just so I could maybe catch a glimpse of the outline of his mysterious meat. I even found myself looking up “penis size by age” on the internet, thinking that Andrew might just be big relative to other 16-year old boys; if that was true he wouldn’t be much bigger then my husband. That didn’t add up to my fantasy so I blocked it out of my mind. The second thing that happened over those weeks was that Andrew seemed to be more distracted in my class, and his grade dropped from an A+ to a B-. This was not like Andrew so one day I asked him to stay after class. After the bell rang and all the kids filtered out into the hallway I closed the door and locked it for effect. Andrew stayed sitting at his desk in the fourth row with his face in a copy of The Godfather. “How perfect is that,” I thought, as I walked back to my desk and leaned against the front of it. After a moment I said, “Andrew maybe you should move up front so we can talk.” He looked up at me with a red face and timidly said, “Uh, I need a minute, uh, this is a good part of the book.” Then he looked back down at his book. I was confused by his defiance. “Andrew, we need to talk about your grade and I think it’s best we do it now.” He looked back up with shame on his face and said, “Uh, yeah, ...