Teachers have always fucked their students. It's a tradition dating back to Socrates, and probably before that. Yet we still act incredulous each time a new story of teacher-student sex makes its way into the news. Whenever a moderately attractive female is the alleged lawbreaker, we put down the pitchforks reserved for their male counterparts, and the Monday-morning Casanovas come out of the woodwork with commentary on how "there were never any hot teachers doing that when we were in high school! They just didn't target you.
My Hot Teacher
My Hot Teacher (My Hot, #5) by Isabella Johns
Fitzpatrick taught us were part of every gothic horror novel. I was a senior then, about to graduate. Glued to my seat even in the late, late spring when my classmates were terminally zoned out, focused on graduation, the summer ahead of them, college. But I still had unfinished business here, and today he was wearing a black tie over a light blue button-up and jeans that were just snug enough to drive my imagination wild. When he perched on the edge of his desk reading from The Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde , I let my eyes wander up and down his body, imaging a new use for each part. He was the new cute teacher this year, the one the girls whispered about between classes. Fitzpatrick is looking good today.
I Slept with My High School Teacher, and It Sucked
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She wore a small blazer that accentuated her braless DD-cup tits rather than concealing them and a small tie rested atop her jiggling chest. Her trade mark blood red hair was up in pig-tails but with a few playful wisps trailing down her face and partially covering one eye. Her cupie-doll lips were painted a deep scarlet to match her hair and she licked them in nervousness. A sudden voice behind Jessica broke the silence of the empty street. What you doing out all alone this time of night.