Date: Sat, 21 Jul 2012 03:45:31 -0700 (PDT) From: Julian Otero 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. _______________________________________________________________________________ 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. I always like hearing from readers and will answer you. Let me know if you enjoyed this first part. 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