Before I begin, let me tell you a bit about myself. Firstly, my name is Jonathon Alexander and I am the music teacher at Middle Night School. As the youngest teacher in the school I am only 25 years old only a few years older than my students, most of whom are 18-19. Looks-wise I don't think I am anything special, six foot four in height I am slim with dark brown hair and dark eyes. Without my stubble I look too young, like one of my students so I always have 'designer stubble' as they call it. The best thing about my body? I'd have to say my cock but you can't go around showing it to everyone. It's a decent 6 inches, not too big but not too small, I like to think it pleases.
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My name is Jezzabelle Roache, or cockroach as I have always been called. I have always been bullied, ever since I was little because I have always been larger, plump as my Dad used to call it. I'm 19 years old and in my final year at Middle Night School, I take four A-Levels and I'm expected to do pretty well in all of them; they say I'm rather intelligent. To say I have always had a lack of confidence is an understatement, being bullied meant I hated the way I looked. Just so you know I am five foot nine and around a size UK 18. My eyes are terrible, I'm as blind as a bat so wear thin black framed glasses, my eyes are a dark murky blue. My redeeming features are my hair, I have long brown curly hair which has streaks of natural red in it and I always leave it down and my breasts, at a 38DD they are like a shelf.
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It's hard to be around young people all the time, as their teacher you want to tell them off for their misbehaviour but as a young man myself sometimes I want to encourage them. They see me as a prude because I stick to my job and let my sterner side win, I do tell them off. However my manly ways do stick with me unfortunately but I manage to control it, kind of. There is one student of mine whom I have always had a real soft spot for. Jezzabelle Roache is my top student, she has such a musical talent it is inspiring but she hasn't lived an easy life. When her father died a few months ago she opened up to me, she and her mother don't get on and her father was her everything. So when she wanted to come and see me, of course I let her. I'd set my class to work or get a cover teacher and go into my office and spend time with her, even if that was just holding her in my arms.
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Not much changes a person in their life, I believe you are always the same person, it is very rare that one incident will change you. However that happened with me, when my Dad died my whole life became this odd thing, it was as if it was all meant to happen. An awakening. Before then school uniform was a comfort to me, going to a sixth form mean even at 18 I was wearing a school uniform. It used to be black trousers, a white shirt with a tie and a blazer. I would make sure everything was as baggy as possible, that was other than my shirt, I could never get school shirts to fit me so they were always tight on my chest. The buttons used to buckle and expose my bra.
The first few weeks after his death I took it really hard. I couldn't face going to all of my classes where I couldn't stand my teachers so I went to Mr Alexander, he would sit with me and hold me. I told him about the bullying, about how I had no confidence, how I hated the way I looked and he didn't seem to mind. Each time I mentioned how I hated the way I looked he would make a comment about how he knew there was something good underneath all of the clothing, about how if I dressed better he was sure I would gain some confidence. Once everyone saw I wasn't hiding myself any more I wouldn't be bullied. From that day on I took Mr Alexander's advice. I began to wear skinny trousers or a knee length skirt instead of my baggy trousers and my confidence began to soar. I wasn't being bullied half as much anymore, in fact some people actually complimented me!
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I told Jezzabelle to dress well, no more frumpy outfits, I know school uniform isn't meant to be flattering but it could be on her. She sent me into a frenzy during non-uniform week though and that's where this story really begins. On the Monday morning she walked into class and set me on fire. She was effortlessly beautiful, she was wearing skinny black jeans which hugged her thick thighs which looked fantastic in the knee high leather boots she was wearing. This was complemented by a practically see through white vest which hung from her full breasts, she also wore a black and white striped blazer. I had to teach from behind the piano that lesson, I was so hard from seeing her everyone would be able to see, a bunch of horny teenagers especially.
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Ok, I admit I have always had a crush on Mr Alexander, he was gorgeous and his dark brown eyes sent me into a daydream, he was so dreamy. The whole reason I took music at a higher level was because of him, I met him when I was 18 and just looking at him decided my options in the next year for me. I spent hours wondering about what he looked like naked, I could only hope that one day I would see it although I knew this would never actually happen, he was my teacher and relationships were strictly forbidden with students. It didn't stop me from spending hours at home, lying in bed in my underwear, well, most of the time naked playing with myself thinking about him. I would think about taking off his tie, slowly unbuttoning his shirt before kissing him all the way from the lips down his torso before getting to the sweet spot. I wanted to kiss his hips, unbutton his trousers before kissing his cock. That is what I really wanted, his cock. I always hoped it was big, not too big but a nice size for me. I would imagine sucking him off, getting it nice and wet before letting him fuck me however he wanted. It was all fantasy of course, as I said teacher/pupil relationships were strictly forbidden.
That's what I thought anyway, strictly forbidden.
Non-uniform week had always made me feel uncomfortable, girls who were skinny would walk round with the shortest of skirts on, stomachs showing and I was left feeling tubby. However; that was before Mr Alexander had made me feel better, telling me there was a lot more to life than being conscious about how I look. I then realised that if I felt confident in myself everyone would accept me. So for this non-uniform week I went shopping and brought some new clothes, this was going to be the start of the new Jezzebelle Roache.
On the Monday morning I had class with Mr Alexander which always made me happy; I thought it was odd that he taught the whole class from behind the piano, normally he would be out and about around the classroom. It wasn't until I walked over to him to ask him a question that I knew why. I looked down at the piano keys and saw a raging hard on pressing against his trousers. I couldn't take my eyes off of it, it was everything I had ever day dreamed about.
"Yes Jezzebelle?"
"Sorry Mr Alexander, I can't remember what I needed help with..." I drifted off before walking away. My class was full of guys, I was the only girl so either Mr Alexander was gay or his hard on was for me, I got so turned on I had to go to the bathroom and play with myself. Sitting on the toilet I began to rub my clit which was throbbing before delving two fingers into my sopping wet pussy; after fifteen minutes or so I came, and I came hard.
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God she was beautiful. As soon as the lunch bell rang I near enough ran to the staff bathrooms and pulled my cock out. Thank Lord most of the staff were in a meeting this lunch time, the Arts were excused so I was left alone to my own devices. I had my cock out in my hand pumping away thinking of Jezzebelle, she had seen my erection I know that, her eyes didn't move away from it. I imagined ripping that damn vest off of her and pulling her DD tits out to suckle on her nipples, I bet they were lovely dark and big. I wanted to fuck her senseless, I couldn't deny that any longer. I wanted her thick thighs wrapped around my waist as I pounded her over my desk. I knew what it felt like to have a woman cum on my cock but I was wondering what it would feel like to have Jezzebelle cum on my cock, it would be magnificent. At that thought I shot a load down the loo, hell I needed to fuck my student.
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I really wanted my teacher, I wanted Mr Alexander so I threw caution to the wind. The next day I went into school wearing a dress, I hadn't worn a dress for years. It wasn't an ordinary dress though, it was what I called a porn dress. You know in porn movies where the women play secretaries or teachers, they wear the tight dresses with slits up the back and their chests on show, I was wearing one of them. It was bright red and black too. I avoided the music department all day and spent my time up in English doing research. When some of my friends came to join me I asked them if Mr Alexander's class was like normal and they all confirmed it was. He was wandering around the class, dancing around like normal.
Last period, time for music and time to see if I was correct. Mr Alexander was standing up when we all walked in and he lasted maybe a minute before he took a seat behind the piano. When I went to talk to him I saw his hard on again. I couldn't help but bite my lip at the sight of it, God I wanted to devour him.
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She was trying to kill me. The next day she had jeans on but with a white shirt on. Underneath she wore a green lace bra which was extremely visible as the top three buttons of the shirt were undone. We were having our private saxophone lesson, all alone in my classroom at the end of school and I couldn't help myself. She was standing in front of me with a reed in her mouth, normally it was the most unattractive thing ever but today it meant an instant hard on. Her eyes were locked into mine as I watched her tongue glide up the reed before placing it in her mouth and literally suck on it. When she pulled it out some saliva landed on her lip which she slowly licked off.
I was standing behind her as she put her saxophone onto the harness. "It's too low Mister Alexander, can you tighten it up please?"
"Oh... y-y-yes of course I can." My body pressed into her back as I wrapped my arms around her. I couldn't help myself, she turned her head around to face me, her lips inches away from mine as I focused on her harness. I let my fingers glide over her breasts gently as I pulled the mechanism up. In that moment I felt her grind against me, her voluptuous butt was pressed against my hard cock and was moving around in a circle motion.
I watched as she bent over and put her saxophone down before turning to face me. "Mister Alexander are you ok?" She ran her hand down her harness and tugged at it which caused another button to undo.
"Err.." I couldn't think of anything to say, all I wanted to do was fuck her raw.
I gasped as I felt her hand skim my cock, "I think you have a problem Sir. You need to sort this out or we won't be able to have our lesson."
"I...I... have a girlfriend." Stupid but that was all I was able to say, I had no idea what to do.
"If you were happy with her than you wouldn't be so hard when with me Sir."
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I don't know where I got the confidence from, maybe it was the response from him during class the day before I don't know. It could have been because I was so desperate for sex I don't know. When he didn't answer me about why he was hard I got down on my knees and began to unbutton his trousers. Through his pants I could see his cock so decide to kiss it before licking it through his pants. When he groaned I pulled his pants down too and took it in my hand, slowly running my hand up and down his 6 inch length.
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