The first few times it happened, you simply discounted it as an accident and, not wanting to disgrace anyone, did not say anything about it. You certainly considered it, but as with any other incident in your teaching career, you ought to go on. But the moment you felt a hand close over your cock and actively grab it, you knew things would be different this time around with school girl phone sex. You have offered the photography class for several years. It was an optional class that you offered to final-year students to relieve some of the stress of the final year. The make or break year of school. It allowed you the opportunity to provide coaching and assistance to a small number of students and aid them in a way that, as a physics instructor, you normally don’t get.
This year’s class had fewer students than prior years, and it was made up completely of girls. You couldn’t help but notice how beautiful they all were. There must have been a lunar alignment or something, because all five of the girls appeared to be cut from the same cloth, with slim, nicely proportioned builds, pert breasts of delectably average size, shoulder-length hair in a variety of shades, and each of them intelligent and emotionally balanced. It made for an enjoyable class. Bunny was the girl that attracted your eye the most; her gorgeous curls and long hair down to her shoulders, her small breasts, and her plump ass were just enticing. You couldn’t help but think of her while browsing porn on your computer.
You battled as a teacher for years, with the younger women in their school uniforms looking so attractive and appetizing. You had always wanted one but had never gone there. Much of it you attribute to luck. The girls you lusted after were just interested in contact that was required by their need to attend school, as were those who had a crush on you but you had no desire to be with them. As time passed, you came to believe that none of them would cause you any love troubles.
The lesson began well, with the girls all expressing a genuine interest in the material and the class size allowing you to make it highly participatory. Right from the start, it was a wonderful class to teach, with the girls piling jokes on you and you returning it within the limitations of your job but stretching the boundaries as the friendship with the class grew. Things became more exciting when they entered the darkroom. You would make sure to take note of where each girl was before the lights went out, and you were always wary of your movements when one of them requested assistance. It would have been far too easy for your hand to come into contact with something you should not have. And, even though all of the girls in the class had reached the age of 18, the issues remained.
Despite your best efforts, contact in the darkened space was unavoidable, and you’d occasionally bump into someone or brush your fingers against the curve of a hip or waist in an attempt to find an elbow to guide you, your cock hardening as you felt the slim outline beneath a school dress. God, you cherished those school dresses. Yes, they concealed everything, but when they were properly fitted, the imagination filled in the holes fast, especially when a hand lingered on a hip, feeling the heat of the contact. Then the gals started messing with you. They’d wait until you turned out the lights before shuffling around and swapping spots. You could ultimately figure out who was who as they spoke and asked for help, but it was challenging at best. It all began around this time.
As you go from one female to aid someone two spaces away, you notice that you don’t exactly judge the position of the girl in between perfectly, and as a result, her buttocks rub against you as you step sideways. You have to admit that having a younger woman’s pert buttocks rub against your crotch is an extremely pleasant sensation, but the professional side of you has you stammering an apology and moving on, rather than grabbing her hips and grinding your cock against it as you’d like. This went on for about a week, and at night, during school girl phone sex, you would sit at your computer, looking for pictures of girls who looked like the ones in your class, then wank furiously as you imagined that you didn’t keep going, that you did grab a girl’s hips and grind against her, and that you flipped her dress up and rubbed your cock against her crotch.
The incident occurred on a Monday. You knew he wouldn’t forget. They were gathered in the darkroom, and the now-standard game of trading places had begun. Today, the females were all fairly quiet, so you found yourself standing behind them, waiting to see whether anyone needed help with their video. You shifted silently and suddenly discovered a butt mashed against you. This time, you didn’t move as swiftly away, leading you to believe that it was intentional and wondering if the girl would react differently if you didn’t jump away. To your amazement, you felt the butt move slightly as you slipped by, and just when you thought it was finished, a hand groped around your crotch and grabbed your semi-erect cock.
You thought you were going to lose it. The hand then gripped you and slid up her tummy, landing on her breast! You could feel the wire of the bra beneath the thin cloth of the school dress. You could feel the shape of the bra and the curve where it ended. You could feel the hardness of her nipple piercing your palm as she forced your hand against her. Your fingers squeezed and fondled. The breast was forcefully pressed against your hand. It took you a moment to realize that your best student was the one with the breasts you were massaging. The tits of Bunny. As you continued to caress her tiny titties, you could feel her curls on your arm; that’s how you knew it was her.
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