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The first couple of times it happened, Dave just dismissed it as an accident and not wanting to embarrass anyone, didn’t say anything about it. He certainly thought about it, but as with any similar instance in his teaching career, tried to put it behind him and move on.
But the day that he first felt a hand close over his cock and actively grab it, he knew that things were going to be different this time.
He had offered the photography class for a number of years. It was an optional class that he made available to final year students as something to take their mind of the pressure of the final year.. That so called ‘make or break’ your life year of school. It gave him a chance to provide coaching and guidance to a small group of kids and assist them in a way that as a physics teacher, he usually didn’t get.
He liked to teach them old school photography, using film rather than digital cameras. He liked the personal aspect of experimenting with and developing the film and found that the students got more out of the class than when they just dumped them to a computer and played around with photoshop. There was something more artistic about it. They could learn the new fandangled way of doing things any time they liked. Most of them were far more advanced than him in that area any way, but had never touched a 35mm film.
Numbers were down in the class this year and it was different from previous years in that it consisted entirely of girls. And he couldn’t help but note that all of them were gorgeous. There must have been an aligning of the moons or something, because all five of the girls seemed to have been cut from the same cloth with slim nicely proportioned builds, pert breasts of a delectably average size, shoulder length hair of varying shades and each one of them intelligent and emotionally well balanced. It made for a fun class.
Allison, Lucy, Sylvia and Sarah. His harem; as he would consider them when he was at home late at night, looking at porn on his computer. The fifth girl was Jo, his daughter. A small complication that would be removed next year when she had finally graduated. Until now, they’d balanced the dad as a teacher at my school dilemma without too many incidents of note. It had been stretched a couple of times since she’d turned 18, but in the main they’d survived. He’d managed to avoid having her in any of his classes, mainly through her keen interest in the arts being something of a divergence from his own field of expertise. Something she took from her mother.
Jo’s mother, now there was a story, but for another time.
He’d struggled for years as a teacher, the young girls in their school uniforms looking so pert and tasty. He’d always wanted one, but hadn’t ever gone there. Much of it he put down to luck. The girls he lusted after had no interest in any sort of contact other than that mandated by their need to attend school and those that crushed on him he had no desire to be with. Now, at 45, he figured there’d be no problems of the romantic kind for him with any of the young students.
The class began well, the girls all showing a real interest in the topic, the size of the class enabling Dave to make it very interactive. Right from the start it had been a fun class to teach, the girls heaping shit on him and him giving it back within the limits that his position would allow, but pushing the boundaries as the camaraderie with the class gelled.
It was when they moved to the darkroom that things started to get interesting. He would make sure that he took note of where each girl was in order before the lights went to black and was always cautious about his own movements when one of them would ask for help. It would have been too easy to end up with a hand touching something he shouldn’t . And even though all of the girls in the class had turned 18, it didn’t remove all the complications.
But despite his best efforts, contact in the darkened space was inevitable and occasionally, he’d bump into someone or in an effort to find an elbow to guide him, would end up brushing his fingers against the curve of a hip or waist, his cock hardening as he felt the slim outline beneath a school dress. God he loved those school dresses. They hid everything, yes, but when they were fitted well, the imagination filled the gaps remarkably quickly, especially when a hand was lingering on a hip, feeling the heat of the contact.
Then the girls started to mess with him. They would wait until he had turned the lights off and he’d hear a shuffling around as they all immediately swapped places. He would eventually work out who was who as they spoke and asked for help, but it was difficult at best. It was during these times that it started.
As he moved from one girl to help someone two places over, he would find that he wouldn’t quite judge the position of the girl in between correctly and as a result, her butt would rub against him as he stepped past her sideways. He had to admit that it was an extremely pleasant sensation, having a young girl’s pert butt rub against his crotch, but the professional part of him had bahis firmaları him stammering an apology at the contact and kept him moving on, rather than grabbing her hips and grinding his cock against it like he’d like to.
This went on for about a week and at night he would sit at his computer, looking for pictures of girls that looked like the ones in his class, then wank furiously as he imagined that he didn’t keep going, that he did grab a girl’s hips and grind against her, even that he flipped her dress up and rubbed his cock against her crotch. He also wondered just what part Jo had in all this. She was definitely part of the switch around in the dark room, but he wondered if she participated thinking that that was all there was to the joke, or as he liked to fantasize, that she knew that someone in that room was rubbing their butt against her father’s crotch.
It was a Monday when it happened. Dave knew that he’d never forget. They were all in the darkroom and the now usual game of switching places had taken place. Today the girls were all being very quiet and Dave found himself standing behind the girls waiting to see if anyone required any help with their film. He moved about quietly and then once again found a butt pressed against him. This time, he didn’t move quite as quickly away, starting to think that it was deliberate and wondering if the girl would do something different if it appeared that he wasn’t going to jump away. To his surprise, he felt the butt wiggle slightly as he slid past and then, just as he thought it was over, felt a hand grope around his crotch and grab his semi-erect cock. He stifled a gasp of surprise as the hand squeezed him several times and then released him.
He was lost for the rest of the lesson.
Jo sat in her room, wondering about what was going on. She knew that her friends found her father hot. He had a sort of Indiana Jones thing going on for him (Raiders of the Lost Ark Indy, she thought, giggling to herself, not Crystal Skull indy!). Older, good looking, distinguished and a way of dealing with the kids that made them look up to and admire him. It was one of the reasons that his photography class was actually popular.
She wasn’t sure why there weren’t more people in it this year, but was glad that she was one of the five lucky enough to get to take it.
She’d been a little outraged when the girls had first suggested what they wanted to do. After all, this was her father they were talking about, but she knew that regardless of her participation they would find a way for it to happen. Besides, a little rubbing of butts against her dad could hardly cause him to lose his job. And he was divorced, so it wasn’t like she was betraying her mother or anything in allowing her friends to do it.
But today, she’d found herself caught up in the fun of it all and as he had moved past her, she’d thrust her butt out, just like the others said they did and she had felt her butt make contact with his crotch. She was surprised at how good it felt being so naughty, knowing that none of her friends nor her father had known that she’d done it.
Dave knew that he should have stopped things there, taken each girl aside, given them a vague warning about inappropriate behaviour in the dark room, but the honest fact was that he loved it. He couldn’t’ believe that an 18 year old girl would actively choose to grab his cock like that. And he wanted to see where it would lead. He started to pay attention to detail. Which girl wore a watch, did any of them have a particular scent on them at the start of class? How long were their skirts? Anything that he thought he might be able to use to distinguish who was who in his class.
He was disappointed when for the next two classes, he wasn’t groped again. There was still butt rubbing going on and he found himself lingering a little longer than he should against them, but that was all.
It was another Monday when that changed again. He had moved several times and had butts rub against him. He was once again moving from one place to another when he felt a hand sliding across the front of his pants. When it had reached his hard cock, it grabbed, holding on, not letting him move any further. He stopped and the hand rubbed up and down his cock, deliberately stimulating him. He suppressed a moan. It felt like he allowed it to go on forever, but he pushed on. He felt the hand reluctantly let go. As he stepped to move past the next girl, he was again surprised. He could sense just how close he was to her. He had expected her to be back in near the bench, but she wasn’t. He reached out a hand to steady himself and found it on her hip. Her hand closed over his. He paused, stunned. He’d assumed that it was just the one girl in his class, yet here he was being stopped by a second.
He thought he was about to melt down. Then the hand grabbed his and slid it up over her abdomen until it rested on her breast! He could feel the wire of the bra under the thin material of the school dress. He could feel kaçak iddaa the outline of the bra, the curve of where it stopped. And he could feel the hardness of her nipple spearing through it all against his palm as she pressed his hand against her. His fingers squeezed, fondling. The breast was forcefully thrust against his hand.
He stopped. Sanity kicked in. What the fuck was he doing? His hand leapt from the young girl’s chest and he moved on, as far from temptation as he could in the dark space. Fuck!
When the class was over, he looked at each of the girls closely, trying to work out who had done it. There wasn’t a jot of evidence for him.
That night at home, he lay in bed thinking about it, thinking about the potential consequences. Then he thought about the hand on his cock and the feel of the breast beneath his hand and stroked his cock until he came hard.
Dave spent the next entire class with an anticipatory boner. From the moment he walked into the class, he was hard and he worried that during the time spent out of the darkroom, he would be noticed by his daughter. He listened to the girls chatter when they thought he couldn’t over hear him. He heard them talk about the guys at school, about times when they noticed one of them barring up. As a result, he packed all the girls off with cameras, avoiding the darkroom, thinking that this might help him keep in check the burning desire he had to explore what was being offered further.
Allison and Sylvia strolled about the school grounds together, looking for something worth taking a photo of, something that they could present in a light that might impress Mr Johns.
“I grabbed his cock you know,” Allison said, grinning at Sylvia, waiting for some sort of shocked response.
“I put his hand on my tit,” Sylvia replied, laughing at the look on Allison’s face. Allison, who thought she was in control, the most daring.
“Damn, I thought none of the rest of you would do anything more than stick your butts out and that I could trump everyone,” Allison said, laughing.
“So how big is it?” Sylvia asked, satisfied with the response.
“Big,” Allison laughed. “I don’t know that he was completely hard, well he probably was when I let him go, but it felt nice and big to me. What did he do when you put his hand there?”
“He actually squeezed it a bit,” Sylvia said, sighing as she remembered.
“I can’t believe he hasn’t freaked at us already,” Allison said. “I so want to fuck him.”
“Me too,” Sylvia replied.
“Hey, we should give him another surprise,” Allison said. Sylvia laughed, knowing the look on her friend’s face that said she was thinking of something very naughty.
“Like what?” She asked.
“Um, how about we leave a roll of film in the darkroom at the end of the next lesson. With some er pictures on it.”
“duh, what else would a film have on it,” Sylvia laughed.
“Oh don’t be an ass,” Allison laughed,” what if he were to find a picture of a nipple?”
“oooooooooh,” Sylvia said, grinning as she caught on. “Hmm, whose nipple?” she pondered.
“Well I am going to put mine on there,” Allison said, taking Sylvia to the nearest toilets. Once inside, she went to one of the cubicles, pulling Sylvia in with her. She undid the buttons that ran down the front of her tunic-style summer school dress and shrugged her shoulders out of it, withdrawing her arms as well. She pulled a bra strap off and pulled the cup down to expose her right breast. She handed Sylvia the camera. “Take a picture, she said, pulling her nipple to maximize its tightness, sighing as she played with it.”
“Shouldn’t you use a new film?” Sylvia asked.
“Oh yeah!” Allison giggled, fishing around for one in the camera bag. She wound the film that she’d been using back into its canister and put a new one in before giving the camera back to Sylvia. “Get in nice and tight, just the nipple,” she told her, “we don’t want to give too many clues.
Sylvia snapped a couple of photos of her friend’s nipple, surprised that she was turned on by doing so. Then the two of them returned to taking photos that they could use in class.
Dave turned off the lights in the darkroom, his cock hardening as he did so without him even trying to pretend otherwise. He heard the shuffling of positions and smiled. He wondered just who the instigator of all this was. He was surprised when he went to move and found his way blocked by the first girl in the room. She’d stepped out in front of him and with his hand out in front to find any potential obstacle, he found that he had his finger tips pressed against a nice taut stomach. A small hand closed over his and lifted his hand. He thought that he was going to have it placed on a tit again, but this time, it went higher.
As his hand was lifted, the girl’s other hand joined the first, spreading his fingers. He nearly groaned aloud when he felt a mouth close over his index finger. It simply engulfed it and then her tongue wound and swirled around kaçak bahis it, leaving him in no doubt as to what other talented things that mouth could do to him. And then it stopped. He nearly stumbled as he started to move again. He considered moving closer to the girl again and grabbing her, dry humping her arse or something. But he didn’t. Something still held him back from being the initiator; some small piece that said his defence was that the other party obviously wanted what transpired.
As he moved past the third girl in the line, he felt the familiar rubbing of an arse against his crotch and this time, the wiggling was certain. It wasn’t even a wiggle. It was a grind. He paused, allowing the firm little butt to move in a circle, knowing that this girl would feel the full hardness of his cock against it. As it stopped, the girl obviously turned, a hand on his hip stopping him from moving away. He felt hands at his pants. She was pulling down his zipper!
“NO!” his mind screamed, but his body failed to react and suddenly her hand was inside his pants, fishing around, moving his cock, groping it until it found a way through the boxers and his naked cock was held within its firm grasp, being stroked and pleasured. Up and down it pulled several times and he knew that he had pre-cum oozing from the tip of his cock now. The hand withdrew and left him. He moved on, quietly putting his pants back in order, trying to calm his heartbeat down from the machine gun hammering that was currently going on in his chest.
When the class finished, he packed up the darkroom, surprised to find a roll of film left behind. He would ask if anyone was missing some work next class.
“Girls did any of you leave a film in the darkroom last class?” Dave asked at the start of the next lesson, carefully trying to read the response on their faces rather than the shaking of the heads. Apparently no one had, so he put it in his pocket to develop later, to see if that might provide a clue.
When the class was over, he set about doing exactly that. He stood watching the paper in the developing fluid, waiting for its hidden secret to appear. It was one of his favourite moments, so much more romantic that pulling images up on a computer screen. He’d not really been able to tell what this was from the negative and so was eagerly anticipating what it could be.
The A4 sheet gradually revealed its image, but it took a moment to recognize what it was that he was seeing. A nipple! A very erect and excited nipple. He developed the remaining shots quickly. There were only five of them in total and his cock got harder with each one. He stood there admiring them as they hung to dry, five shots, clearly of the same nipple, all from the same perspective. He found his hand rubbing his erection as he studied it. There was no doubt that it was from one of the girls in his class, but which one, he had no idea.
When he got home later that day, he found himself wondering again about Jo. She was with her mother this week. He couldn’t help but be curious about how much she knew about what was going on in the dark room. Did she know that one of her friends had slipped her hand into his pants and tugged on his cock? Did she know that he had had his hand placed on someone’s breast, or that his finger had been sucked in imitation of what he imagined to be a well practiced blow job?
And he increasingly found himself wondering … what did his daughter’s nipple look like? It started to become a point of fascination and obsession. With a week at home alone without Jo, he started to plot and scheme. Would he truly do it though? Would he find and implement a way to see his daughter naked?
“You did not!” Jo exclaimed, stunned, “Tell me you did not put your hand in my dad’s pants and grab his cock!”
“I did,” Allison said, blushing, feeling a little guilty, but excited all the same.
“Oh my god, you’re such a perve!” Lucy said, her elfin face in an expression of shock as the five girls sat around at lunch time.
“Was it big?” Sarah, the red head asked, laughing at the look of outrage that Jo threw her way.
“Oh yes, it felt huge,” Allison replied. “I so want to have it in my pussy.”
“Fuck, I can’t believe you’re discussing this in front of me!” Jo said.
“Well, just don’t think of him as your father or something,” Sylvia giggled.
“Oh yeah right, would you be saying that if I said I wanted your dad’s cock in my mouth?” Jo countered.
“Yeah, but that’s different, your Dad’s hot, mine’s not!” Sylvia said with a look of disgust upon her face. Jo had to admit that Sylvia’s dad, built more like a sumo wrestler was probably a poor choice of comparison.
The conversation haunted Jo that night. Her dad was hot. All her friends agreed and when she looked at him objectively, thought of him as just a teacher, then she had to admit that for one of the older guys, he was indeed hot. And she knew they were right about his cock. She hadn’t seen it recently of course, but when she was younger and he’d been more inclined to dodge from the bathroom to his bedroom, it had always looked big. Besides, she’d felt it rub against her arse and that more than anything told her they were right.
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