YOUNG LUST - a first attempt at erotic fiction.
I have always been a horny guy. I knew from the start, during my first prepubescent sexual awakenings that sex was going to be a major part of my life, and I grabbed the opportunity (and my cock) with both hands, and gleefully entered the wonderful world of experimentation, self gratification, and exploration. My nightly teenage manipulations, combined with a vivid fantasy imagination, had me seducing and fucking all my teachers one-by-one.
I had Miss Naude, the blonde Afrikaans teacher with the great bum and lovely full breasts, on her desk thrashing in pleasure as I pounded away at her, my little teenaged body looking far more manly in the fantasy than in real-life.
Mrs. Chandler, the mousy science teacher was next. We fucked in the science supplies room. Her mousy hair became long elegant curly locks and her eyes flashed appreciation at me through those oh-so-sexy teachers spectacles. She had a gorgeous mouth and all she wanted to do was suck me dry. She was so sexually frustrated by Mr. Chandlers inept sexual prowess that she climaxed almost as soon as I entered her, and we orgasmed together over and over again over the course of several weeks.
Miss Lawrence was a challenge. Long, gorgeous legs. Imposing bosom. A shock of wild curly honey blonde hair, and lips that glowed in flashes of inviting reds and browns. She seduced me, and we fucked in every imaginable position and every possible location. I’d fantasize about her at the dinner table and suddenly make my excuses and rush off to my room to fuck her. I fucked her on the bus one afternoon after swimming practice. The top deck was empty and I sat in the back row. I remember the cool feeling of my cock as I took it out of my pants. The clean, astringent smell of chlorine covered my body. I had so much pre-cum that my speedo was soaked. I took it off and wrapped the silky, slippery lycra around my cock and I fucked Miss Lawrence until she screamed for mercy and climaxed with such force that her marvelous pussy was drenched with her juices. She lay there afterwards breathing heavily and looking at me with a mixture of adoration and admiration.
I tired of teachers around Standard 7 when my fellow students started to look really hot.
Megan Hollis tried to hide her budding breasts and her curvaceous legs, but I could see below the school jerkin. That awkward piece of clothing specifically designed to cause all girls to look like sexless sacks of potatoes couldn’t stop my imagination.