Tommy Gets Taught

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Little Tommy Turnell wasn't so little anymore.  At least that's what his Aunt Susie said every time she saw him at Christmas.  Except now that he had recently turned fourteen, there had been some definate changes.  The sandy brown haired youth was filling out in some areas.  Muscles, teeth, hair.  All getting strong and more mature.  But it was those other areas he didn't need to worry about before that were really giving him worries.  Tommy was concerned when he found weird hairs growing out of his armpits, and even worse, around his private parts!  And that private part was...

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Ivan Learns a Lesson

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Chapter 1 – Early Days Miss Penelope Davis was one of the English teachers at my old school.  She was around 20 to 25 years my senior and possessed an apparently straight-laced disposition, as did most of the lady teachers.  She was a strict disciplinarian with a stentorian voice that penetrated walls with ease.  A tongue lashing from PD was a humbling experience and yet I sensed warmth and emotion in her character that made me want to connect with her in a deeper, more personal way.  Miss Davis dressed soberly, usually in a two-piece skirt and jacket or otherwise in a...

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Caught Peeking

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Kent quietly stepped up to the teacher’s desk and handed Miss Taylor his paper. She nodded quickly as she took it, mouthing a quick thank you. As she turned in her seat she quietly said, “If you’ll wait I’ll go ahead and grade this.” “Yes ma’am,” the young man said. He shifted slightly as she laid her answer sheet next to his paper and began to check his answers. Kent wasn’t that eager to see what he would score on the test but he was glad Miss Taylor had decided to grade it while he stood there. He had a...

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Boy Magnets

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I am the last teacher in the world I would expect to sleep with one of her students. I am good-looking, I have had plenty of boyfriends, and have never been what I would consider some kind of slut. This is what happened to me last spring. Names changed to protect the guilty. I have been a teacher at Andrew Jackson Middle School for over six years. Bobby Hunter was just an average 13 year old kid in my fourth period class. About 5'6", dark hair, blue eyes, average build. I never looked at him twice, or any of the...

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