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 Sherry: You told me of your student escapade that happened in the year
David was very ill; when you were anxious, frustrated, in one of your high
anxiety states and got carried away at school one day.  It was about this
time when David caught you masturbating with your old vibrator.  You told
me this story after I had some beer and you: a bottle of wine, smoking some
dope and the usual scotch or two but you seemed lucid and I assume what you
told me was true.  I gave you another version of this story one day last
year before we enjoyed our usual intimacy on your veranda and it's probably
in the file you created of my writings.  It is a sexy story told by a very
sexual woman: YOU.  I remember you really liked it but didn't want me to
finish reading it all; you were in a hurry to get intimate.  If it isn't
true and something you just made up let me know and I will label it as
fiction and take off your name; otherwise I'm going to send it for
publication in the next day or two.  It's a great story like your favorite
Fifty Shades of Gray that you told me was hot and got you off.  You never
told me you liked the S&M stuff.  Thank you for all the kind words in the
past several years encouraging me to get my writings published which I'm
now doing.

   Sherry's Student Fantasy Comes True (A story/confession told me by my
wonderful lover, Sherry.  I don't know if it's true but she told me it was.
I don't remember the name of the student "boy-man" and I think that's good
as Sherry was committing a felony.)

   By Sherry as told to me July 2015 annerogerduncan@sti.net

   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.  And...she was attracted to him or them.  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 piercing
look, even feel his fingers in her hair and his lips on her ear, tongue
licking her ear which always got her quickly hot and wet.  She would excuse
herself for restroom work and dry herself off.  She didn't want to show
damp pants...she usually wore pants and a nice outfit.  She would avoid the
looks of the new "boy-man" as much as possible but there always one or two
telling glances and she would smile and talk to the class about something
else.

   It was only fantasy though she and her current lover would act out her
fantasy in her home thinking it would get the latest "boy-man" out of her
system and provide some protection...her lover 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 all the
while she would repeatedly 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!...a very good grade." They
would laugh.  Fantasies were fun and "fantasy sex" was great.

   One day though, after many years, she found herself beginning a new
school year and once again there was an 8th grade "boy-man" with all the
"qualifications." Body, smile, hair and when she would see him at the games
in his shorts; a telling bulge right where his bulge should be.  He had a
big bulge.  Once she went to sit in her car during lunch...the new
"boy-man" in possession of her mind in the car...she could see his hands
moving on her body, taking down her pants...exposing his big bulge for her
to grasp and direct...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 splashes.  But it
was fantasy except now she needed several tissues to dry herself before
returning to class...and there he was smiling at her.  Damn him!  He just
fantasy fucked her and wanted more!  She could feels his eyes making her
skin tingle again but she looked quickly away.  She would have wet herself
again just at his learing.

   On the way home that afternoon she was still wetting herself...driving
home more quickly for her sex toy that her lover had gotten her...oil it up
and then to finish her anxieties.  "Boy-man" was all in her imagination, 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 and exciting fantasy but only that.  Until it wasn't a fantasy
any longer when 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 and that
"bulge" in his shorts.  "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 am
breathless and coming on his long, thick pole, hoping they wouldn't be
interrupted.'

   All this flashing instantly with: "Can you help me?" he had said.  "No,"
she said.  "I'm late 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...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.  It was her naughty body that 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 skinned 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.  To satisfy her desires...to feel and
enjoy her fantasy come true.  To fuck this student right now.

   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, feeling the skin of his thrusting bottom 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 slowly out of her.  She
petted his softness, lifting his balls.  Looking in his eyes and sharing
smiles.

   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.  She felt him getting hard again,
against her leg, just like her lover was hard all night...she got scared,
said: "I've got to go." She put her panties in her purse, straightened her
dress and they were out the door.
On the way home, she told herself, it was a one time 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 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 se, her wet naked cunt on alert and...asking
herself: "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 current love and her serial internet boyfriends...she would 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 then mumbling "okay...okay."
She remembered the first time, with her neighbor lover, who one late
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 often 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; her cheeks wet with tears.