This story is part fact, and part fiction. I won't tell you what is what, you'll have to guess on your own...Sorry, I guess it's a little long, but I hope you enjoy it.
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I was a highly under-sexed, but extremely horny high school student starting my senior year. This was back in the big-hair days of the '80s. I still think some of the best porn came from those days. Beating the cum out of my cock watching a young Ginger Lynn, Nina Hartley, Taija Rae, Barbara Dare (a secret crush of mine back on the day) Christy Canyon, Tori Welles, Racquel Darrian, Hyapatia Lee, Raven...sorry, my mind's running wild now thinking back to my bevy of fantasy babes.
Many a long (or sometimes short) masturbation session came from them. Who knows how much cum got balled up in tissue or toilet paper and then thrown in the trash back then (even now)! I probably could've filled one of those large oil tanks you see in docks or port terminals (ha ha!).
Also, many a masturbatory fantasy came from some of the teachers in my school. Not a lot of the teachers, but some; because even then, there was something sexually intoxicating about an older woman. Hell, all the teachers were older than me, but even the prettier middle-aged ones got me going. I had a science teacher in who made me cum at night while I fantasized picturing her going down on me, or fucking my brains out. Not a fantastic face or body, but she could still cause that stirring in my balls, aching to release another torrent of sperm. Puberty is a bitch!
I had just turned 18, so I could probably jack off 15 times a day without breaking too much of a sweat. Like I said, I was a horny walking erection just about all the time, and my favorite release buddy was my right hand (preferably lubed with some Vaseline).
I took French my senior year in high school. Even though many kids took Spanish or Italian, those female teachers were frumpy-looking, in my opinion, and caused virtually no stirring in my loins. Ms. Wint, the French teacher - now that was a goddess in my book. She literally had an angelic face. Wide, beautiful, bright, blue eyes, a petite cute nose, and full, luscious lips that looked like they only had one purpose in this life, and it wasn't to talk - if you get my drift. I thought her body was perfect, although she was somewhat of a "carpenter's dream". She was about 5'5" with a slender build, and small perky fits (at least what I could tell through her outfits - which were always tastefully done, many times including high leather boots with stockings - wow!). I know she was only about 25, and this was her first teaching gig. I forgot how I found that out, perhaps it was through the rumor mill - but since one of my classmates was the child of the school superintendent, it was probably the case. Being only 25, the thing that really put the cherry-on-top for me, was the fact that her hair was naturally salt and pepper. Dark, with some gray streaks. Almost as if, she was older but still very much young in age. You could tell this by her youthful enthusiasm in class, especially having to deal with young dicks like me. One of my favorite things to try to tell her in French was "donnez-moi bien tete" getting a good laugh from the other boys in the class. After all, telling your French teacher "give me good head" probably didn't endear me in her heart. She actually was pretty good about it, telling me that wasn't exactly the proper way to say it in French. I wasn't fluent, otherwise I would've figured out a way to tell her to get down on her knees, wrap those sultry, big lips around my fat cock, and give me a wet, sloppy blowjob until shoot my spunk down her throat. But it was the best I could do with my limited knowledge of the language.
But, oh, how I wanted her. I wanted to lick every inch of her, and put my dick in every one of her holes. I would even cum in her ear if she wanted me to. But, alas, class would end, I was still an immature man-boy with fantasies gone wild in my head, and away I would go to my next class.
While other kids had cars and stock-clerk jobs at the local stores, I still didn't have a car; but I still had a rather large paper route that I inherited after my brother went to college. I would do it after school, and it was pretty good money. I would be done early enough to still have time before dinner, then have the rest of the evening for homework or friends. As I said earlier, I was under-sexed, because I didn't have a regular girlfriend...and I was still a virgin. I guess I still had a natural geekness to me. But man, did my hormones rage!
So when I received a new customer notice with my daily papers, I didn't think anything of it. I just added it to my route and made my deliveries for the week. Friday arrived, which was the day I collected the weekly subscription fee.
Guess who answered the door at my new customer's apartment? Yes - it was Ms. Wint, and I think my dick got instantly hard along with a lump in my throat. She acted and treated me, as usual, too nice, as she always is. She paid her dollar, and off I went. I was so involved with my lustful thoughts I almost walked right out in front of an oncoming car.
Holy shit! That knocked me back to reality.
Then I heard the object of my lustful fantasies call out to me:
"JJ...JJ! Are you OK?"
I thought she went back into her apartment and was extremely embarrassed that she saw my clumsy stunt.
"Yeah, I think so. Thanks!" I replied.
"Can you come back here, please?" she called out.
"Sure"
I felt lightheaded as I approached her. It was late fall, so it was getting cold up here in the northeast. I saw her shivering slightly as she waited on her porch, and I wanted to wrap my arms around her body forever to keep her warm.
"Yes, ma'am?" I asked.
"We're not in school, so you can call me Deanna. You know I'm new here, and I just moved into this apartment last week. Can I have you help me with some things inside? I can't reach too high, so I could really use your height..." (I was about 6'4" at this point in school).
"It shouldn't take too long, and I'll gladly pay you for anything you can help me with." she said.
"Yes, Ms... Deanna. If you don't mind, can I finish delivering these papers? I should be done in an hour or so."
"That would be great! Thank you so much, JJ - and please be careful out there in the street, now that I have you to help me, I don't want you getting hurt!" and with a wicked (I think) smile, and a wink she was back inside to the warmth of her apartment.
I swear I thought I came in my jeans right there!! I actually looked down to check, and things seemed okay. Whew...
Away I went to finish my route in record time.
I finished around 5 o'clock, ran in the house quick to drop off my route bag. My parents were still working and wouldn't be home until later. This was the regular routine on weekdays, so dinners were at my discretion and usually consisted of something frozen going into the microwave or oven.
I decided to forego dinner until after I finished helping my wet dream girl. She needed my help and I wasn't going to let her down. Man, I was a hopeless love-nerd for her.
