Date: Sat, 21 Jul 2012 03:45:31 -0700 (PDT)
From: Julian Otero <ba9ba9goodman@yahoo.com>
Subject: Kids at Hamilton High part 1

Editor: I'm glad to follow your suggestion and have added the note to
donate to nifty. I've also taken the opportunity to clean up a name
confusion and some minor typos. This story appears in
bisexual/adult-youth. Thanks.

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A Conversation Between Husband and Wife

    "I saw the way you looked at him."
    "Who?"
    "You know who."
    We were on the veranda after dinner. The setting sun cast an orange
glow but was still hot and humid. I lounged topless in the fading
light. Peter, in his lounge chair opposite mine, wore nothing but a thin
pair of grey cotton gym shorts. My mind elsewhere so I didn't say who.
    "What are you thinking?" he probed.
    Should I tell him? The picture in my head was so vivid I got moist. The
words formed in my head, then I said them slowly.
    "...thinking of the boy you fucked in Mexico. God, it was soooo hot to
see your cock in his ass." This made my husband wiggle his toes. He placed
a hand over his dick.
    "He said he was twelve." Peter reminded, as if I needed to be told.
    "Twelve, thirteen...anyway, young ... a hot little chico."
    "Cost five hundred... For everything" My husband's voice got husky. I
told him it was well worth it. He moved his legs further apart. I recalled
the kid's mouth on my pussy while the boy took my husband's pretty cock in
his tender ass.
    "I bet Kenny won't cost a dime."
    "You'd like that wouldn't you?"
    "So would you, slut."
    "Humm...yes, I would." Of course my young husband was right.
    "Did you see the way he looked at your tits?"
    "He looks all the time. One of the girls told me he's gay. I don't
know."
    "Let's find out."



Dressing for the first day

    The new school year, my second.
    I chose the sheer, glossy bra, my expensive and sexist. Under my white
slinky blouse it sometime allowed a glimpse of nipple. The boys would love
it. Maybe some girls, too. The pants: more conservative. Old fart
administrator's eyes would be more critical the first week. If they only
knew how much sex goes on under their ignorant noses! I'm not much older
than the students I teach. I haven't forgotten how it is to sit where they
sit, steaming hot between my legs for sex, for a boy's hard cock, or even
the tender lips of my girlfriends.
     Already I had a reputation for being "hot"— at least among the
boys. Next week would be soon enough for pants that stretched around my
hips and ass in a revealing manner. Let them look.  My husband was right: I
loved teasing my students. Our own high school days when we engaged in
quiet little trysts in small groups of intimate friends, and, yes, even a
few hot teachers, was still vivid. No apologies! Those were good times and
we never gave them up.
    I was on the other side of the desk now. This year I was determined to
bed a few students—boy and girl—for my husband and me to enjoy. By
the third week I began to dress with seduction in mind.




The Education of Kenny

    Fucking Ms Mayer! I wish. She always gives me a boner! Twenty-four
years old, I think. When she turns to write on the board my groin gets
tight and my dick swells some. Those fucking clingy pants she wears! Very
snug around her crotch and ass. And what an ass! I just want to touch
it. Small, like her, compact and beautifully shaped: the smooth material
tucked up skin-tight into her crack. It gets me all worked up, but I hide
it. She makes me cum a lot at night!
    I jerk off at least once a day most often with visions of Ms. Mayer. Is
something wrong with me? She's and adult, married even. But she puts out
vibes. Going home on the bus, when I'm especially horny, I squeeze my dick,
touch myself when no one can see, too excited to wait 'til I get naked in
my room. There, I fuck her mouth, suck her tits, finger and suck her pussy
while she coos like a dove and calls me her hot young stud. She lets me cum
on her face. All in my mind! Fantasy! But I see her everyday and it starts
all over again.



Alexander Hamilton High School

    Hamilton High ranks as an elite suburban public school that students
must test into. Most kids came from very affluent families and have
advantages, like me. Ms. Mayer is responsible for my ninth grade math
education. She looks so young you could mistake her for a student, but
she's already married. The best part is she's my advisor too. She usually
meets with me after a test, a standard practice with all her advisees. Not
all teachers do this, but Ms Mayer is young and enthusiastic.  I always
look forward to these one-on-one meetings. She never sits behind her desk,
but takes a chair next to mine. I love her smell. When I talk to her my
face feels warm 'cause I think she knows what I'm thinking, knows I jerk
off because of her.
    We talk of school matters but I can't help but feel there's something
else going on behind her pretty green eyes because she does nothing to
disguise her sexiness, which makes me suffer. On the edge of my vision I
try to ignore the swell of her thighs, the spread of her hips, the "v"
shape made by the tight pants at her crotch. It's hard to keep my eyes away
from that area and she must know my struggle. Her breasts, just the right
size for sucking on, gets the boys' attention. Sometimes you can see her
nipples. I imagine I can smell her pussy. I've had my finger in several
girls starting in seventh grade so I know that scent.  At our last meeting
Ms Mayer kept fixing me with her eyes. I'm sure she knows the dirty
thoughts I have about her. Like I said, after school each day I masturbate
with visions of hot girls in my class, but now she's the one who gets me
off best of all. But I'm just a kid. Why would she want me?



Ms Mayer Evaluates Some Boys

    I don't know why schoolboys get me so hot, they just do.
    Take Andrew for example: fifteen and gorge. Why? Because he has bright
eyes and a killer smile. Because his body is graceful and shapely. Because
his skin is like polished bronze. Because his voice is seductive. Always
squeezed into skinny jeans, he always sits with legs spread. I can see he
has a large cock. When he walks away his round ass is a magnet for my
eyes. His manner is unhurried, languid. My hands want to grab him.
    Then, there's Jake. A dream boat. Fourteen. Curly black hair, flashing
clear brown eyes, long fingers, a cute, round, tight ass. I want to kiss
it. Our eyes meet often. I catch him looking often. The girls are always
floating around him. No doubt they want to taste his full pink lips—as I
do. Or run their hands down his back and squeeze his boy buns. But would
the girls do what I want to do down there? It would shock them.
    Peter. Also fourteen and a little devil. He looks lost and cuddly. Wow!
What large sensuous lips that will feel so fucking good on my erect
nipples. He's a mixed breed and soooo good looking for it. He likes to give
me trouble. He makes me want to hump my pussy on his face. Easy to picture
him licking my asshole while I suck his pretty dick. I've caught glimpses
of him touching it in class. He's horny and needs an adult like me to lead
him.
    Then, Kenny: Slender, and a pert nose with some freckles. Thirteen. A
big mouth toothy smile with rabbit like two front teeth. I think he's gay
and that turns me on too. Oh Kenny, your dreamy eyes and dimpled smile! I
never see you eye the girls, only the boys. Do they make you bone up? I'd
love to see you suck my husband's cock. Do you jerk off as soon as you get
home picturing one of your hot boy classmates? You dirty little boy! I'd
love to watch my husband fuck your cute ass. We could teach you so many
nice things you'll not learn in class.
    My mind tells me I shouldn't fuck my students, but my cunt aches for
them! I'd fuck all of them one at a time or, all together.



A Ride Home

    One autumn day leaving at the end of the school I found myself walking
next to her. We made small talk until we reached the sidewalk where her
husband had arrived to pick her up. They offered me a lift and I accepted
even though I was embarrassed to be alone in their company.
    "Kenny," her husband addressed me, "Jeanie tells me you made JV
baseball...congratulations!" Hearing her first name spoken gave me a small
jolt because it opened a new dimension in my fantasy of her, her home
life. And they had discussed me privately! Jeanie, what a nice name. I
could jerk off now and imagine the two of them fucking, create visions of
his hard cock up in her cunt.
    "Jeanie, suck my cock" he would say.
    "Peter honey," she would cry, "lick my tits. I love you're hard cock,
lover." My face got warm just thinking these lines but right there in the
SUV I started to get stiff.
    As we drove her husband asked me all the usual questions adults ask
young teens, but mixed in a few related to sex.
    How often did I date? Did I like anyone in particular? What did I think
about gay marriage? Are men and women really bisexual? All during this my
teacher remained silent in the back seat. In the space of the next month
they gave me several more rides. We even stopped for burgers on the way
home once. More comments from them about sex. They remarked on the
schoolboys and girls at other tables. Ms Mayer mentioned several girls in
my class who she was sure were fucking. She didn't say "fucking" but I knew
what she meant. One of the girls, Samantha, was "a stunning little piece of
tail" who never failed to draw Peter's attention. They both looked at me
for a reaction and I smiled and nodded slightly, afraid to say what came to
mind, that I'd jerked off dozens of times dwelling on Samantha's body.
    Before we left they invited me to stop by their home Saturday
afternoon, but the way they said it was loaded with meaning. I was a
virgin, but not dumb, just scared.



"Kenny, please, suck me off."

    I'm lying on top of the sheets on my bed looking down across my stomach
watching my cock go in and out of Andrew's mouth. We've done this dozens of
times by now and I know after I cum I'll turn around and suck him.
    He asked me so sweetly the first time: "Kenny, please, suck me off." I
wanted to. We were twelve.
    He moans 'cause he really is gay and likes my dick a lot. But in my
head my thoughts are of Jeanie. I know too that when I get near to cum,
Andrew will work his finger up into my asshole. The girls don't suspect
that Andrew sucks his classmates. I'm just one of several he does on a
regular basis. They think I'm the one who's gay, but i'm not. Anyway, who
cares?



Fucking Peter

    My hot and hunky husband, Peter, is over me, his beautiful hard cock
inserted in my warm cunt up to the hilt. We're so good together and our
life in bed is great. So why am I picturing some of my students? Why am I
picturing all the dirty things I will do to them? The dirty things Peter
and I together will do to them: He's got his cock way up the ass of the kid
who's moaning while the boy fucks me? Now the kid is sucking my husband's
dick while I finger fuck his boy-pussy. I sit on the face of the girl while
Peter eats her out, then I fuck her virgin ass with my black strap-on. She
loves to lick my asshole as well as my pussy. The boy and girl 69 on the
floor for us, and we take pictures. Peter's great dick is sliding in an out
of me while these images play in my head. I tell him some of them and he
joins me, contributes some of his own favorite fantasies, more far out than
mine: the dog, the sleek Doberman fucking the girl and me. We share more
 and more until we both cum in strong, noisy grip. Then, all empty and
spent, we fall into a very deep, dreamless sleep.



Saturday Visit

    That Saturday as I dressed for the visit I found myself choosing my
tightest pair of jeans. I slipped into an extra large white t-shirt and
sneakers, spent a long time in front of the mirror fussing with my hair. I
liked the way my crotch looked full. The thong I had underneath did
that. Maybe these preparations would be in vain so I didn't let myself get
too excited. Still, I was always horny and always on the lookout for help
with my sexual desires and Jeanie and her husband seemed willing to help me
out. I left my house with tight balls and headed for their place.


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enjoyed this first part.

Julian, ba9ba9goodman@yahoo.com

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