Cerita Dewasa Guru Olahraga 소설 & 이야기

The classroom was small and windowless, tucked away in the back of Jerome's Academy for Boys. I stood at the front of the room, looking at the ten students seated at their desks. They were young men, full of energy and confusion. My job as the Sex Ed instructor was to clear that confusion. "Today," I said, my voice echoing in the quiet room. "We are moving away from the textbooks. We are going to discuss the male physiological response." I paused, my eyes scanning the room. "Today, like every other day, is practical. Leo, please step forward."

What had he meant by when the lesson was learnt? My mind flashed back to the promotional video on his page, advertising him as an erotic tutor—a sex therapist, if one wanted to make it sound fancy. That video was nothing short of a p**n. Do you need to cum, Tessy? Rub your clit a little faster while you finger your pussy… No, darling, not like that. Like so. I almost wet my pants. His voice had been so low and gravelly, melting my insides and filling me up with intense heat.

~Jade~ 'Good day Mr Chairman, panel of judges, accurate time keeper, Co-debaters and my fellow student. My name is Wura Adegbite and I'm here to speak against Sex Education in schools. Firstly, I'll like to define Sex Education, Sex Education is...'

“Wow, Cheryl, really. How couldn’t I realize it all this while, you’re such a pervert! Is it because you’re getting to the age, you are well-matured and it’s even dripping down there?” Cheryl was greatly embarrassed. She retorted, “What are you talking about? You’re the one who’s well-matured! Back then in the dorm room, who’s the one holding her laptop and watched those kinds of short videos, and even climbed up to my bed while sleep-talking. ‘Oh! Oh! No…’ By the way, the male teacher that you liked back then seemed to have drugged a female student and forced her to do that whatsoever. He’s still not being released yet…”

"No. My muscles are weak. Overworked on the machine." "What machine?" she asked, eager to find a conversation thread to distract herself from the fact that he was gloriously naked, and she hadn't realized this until now. "The school's new functional trainers. Weight machines. I was... exercising when the teacher touched me," he said awkwardly. She looked at his face, keeping her eyes from roaming. "I'll speak with the principal again. I'll tell him to make sure they won't touch you anymore," she said, and his eyes locked on hers. She sucked in a breath as she saw his gratitude. She smiled, but she had to look away, as the urge to look down at his naked body was overwhelming.

I pressed my wet hands against my face. I was a thirty-six-year-old woman. A coach. A professional. A three-time gold medalist who had dedicated her life to discipline and control. And I just made myself cum to the thought of a nineteen-year-old boy. My student. My athlete. A boy who was barely legal enough to vote. "What is wrong with you?" I whispered into my palms. Everything about this was wrong. Every shade of it. Every angle. Every thought I had allowed to creep in and take root.

Padgett's POV "Tell me, you love me too." He said sounding sweet in my ear. I blushed badly as I tried to compose myself, forgetting that an instructor was in our class. "Cameron! Stop flirting in my class." She said, Cameron glared at her. "It's not right to glare at your instructor like that" A male suddenly said and he entered the class, all the students started screaming "You're finally back!!!" "Mr Cooper!!!" He smiled and waved at us as the class continued screaming out his name, He was their Physical health education instructor and the master of the basketball game, he left and probably return

The coach Mr Smith, was 40yr old man he had salt and pepper hair,but he was kind of hot in my opinion he had beautiful grey eyes and long lashes,a nice set of abs and great biceps to be honest, I had touched myself to the thought of him severally. And I here I was in the girls locker room,touching myself, I was benched for the ongoing game and had been watching our coach running around the field instructing them,I was getting nasty thoughts wondering how thick his cock will be,I felt my pussy drip and I squeezed my legs tightly together hoping to give myself some kind of control. Just then our team scored and he ripped his shirt off In excitement,just then my nipples hardened at the sight of

He is the only one who can send me to hell in heaven and drag me back. The rate at which he handles my body when it tangles in his, the sexual chemistry, the burning pleasurable desire, and the way my body writhes in his addictive touch make me go lustfully crazy. I don't know if such feelings ever existed before! My mother never mentioned this to me; she even barely spared time to teach me sex education. But here I am, having a bonus, a premium of the real thing, and the unfortunate part is that he is my coach! A 30-year-old married man! While I'm just a 19-year-old trainee of his!

He growled to her, his huge hand wrapped around her throat as he wrecked her wet coochie. El was creaming all over her hot Professor's fat cock, moaning like the dumb whore that she was. I whispered the dirty words as I typed away. "Ram my pussy sir, cream my cunt please. Fuck me harder." I whined softly. My glasses were fogged from the heat. The heat in the class or the one my body was producing, I didn't know which one was hotter. I've been obsessed with this man since I transferred to the school. Professor Garrett was my Sex Education lecturer. To make matters worse, he taught us about arousals, wet pussies, hard cocks and orgasms in that deep voice of his.