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In School

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I have been very active when it comes to wanking since I was about eight. When I was ten the film Grease was out and I had a mad crush on Oliver, (didn't we all). My teacher had a slight look of Oliver, she was 25 and every night I would wank off thinking of me and Miss Machin making love.

One day I was in class and she came in wearing a very tight v neck cotton top, which showed off her lovely cleavage, and a just above the knee tight skirt which made her bum look very nice indeed.

I couldn't take it any longer, I started to rub my cock. She looked at me and told me to get on with my work. I said I was stuck on a sum, so she came over to help. She bent over and her chest was about six inches from my face and all I could do was look down her top as I slipped my hand into my pants and took hold of my throbbing cock. She told me how to do the work and took a long look at my arm under the desk slowly moving. I think she knew what I was doing and she just smiled and went back to her desk.

Dinner time came and I hadn't finished the work, so I had to stay behind. She sat at her desk marking the other kids work so I took my chance. I unzipped my jeans and pulled my cock out and started to wank as hard as I could. She looked over and said 'Do my eyes deceive me' I just kept looking at her and said 'No'. She asked why I was doing it so I told her that I thought she was the nicest looking woman I had seen and I was thinking of her as I did it. She looked shocked at first but then she smiled and said that she was happy I thought of her in that way. She came over to my desk and lent over again and asked if I was finished, at this point I came and said I have now. She told me to go the the sinks and clean up.

After this I always seemed to be picked to do the good jobs and I would stay behind after school to help her. When I left to go to high school I would go back and help out in my old school just so I could see and talk to her.

When I left high school my friends and I went out and I saw her in the pub and we got talking again.



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