All people in this story are fictional and 18 or older. Enjoy this loveable teacher and he special study group.
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I sat in front of my final class, remedial American history, why I chose to teach this subject I have no idea. It's so boring talking about what any American with common sense knew is just boring. I envy Ms. Grey, the health teacher, she gets to spend almost half the year talking about sex. Odd since she's a cock tease for trolls.
However I can feel every boy in my classes undressing me with their eyes, and I can't blame them. I'm not thin by any means, but all my curves are in the best places. My brown eyes and sweet face framed by blonde curls that cascade onto my shoulders and just past my neck, leading to a set of GG46 tits that hold up pretty well. My tummy has a slight pudge, but I haven't met a man that had a problem with it. My full, luscious ass fills out every skirt I wear and my long legs are a stair ways to my pussy, with only a small stripe of blonde hair. Call me vain if you wish, but I'm damn hot.
While I love my body it actually causes way too many problems. Needless to say boys can't take their eyes off me, but that means grades drop. Even top students fail my normal classes and wind up here, leaving me with a final class of 12 horny boys, and 2 lesbian students who might be fun in a couple years.
Of all the students 5 are 18 and all of them are doomed to fail. Unless they have a chance at some extra credit, that's where this story starts.
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"John, Caleb, Mark, Greg, and Kel please stay after class, we all need to have a word." The boys duck their heads as the class carried out their ritual of oo's. The bell rang and the class filed out leaving just me and the boys.
"Listen I'm not one to sugar coat things so I'll just be honest. You're all probably going to fail." The looks ranged from horrified to simple depression. I had to let it hang a moment just to enjoy my little surprise for them. "However, I've decided to do an extra credit group, so you can bring up your grades." Relief came across their faces and Caleb raised his hand, he always had a question. "Will we need our books?" I couldn't suppress a giggle as I slid my jacket off and tossed it on my desk, "No this isn't going to be that kind group."
"What do you mean Ms. Phillips?"