EroticReverie

Jackson James

I've been a phys ed teacher for over a god damn decade, and not once have I ever been so god damn tempted by a student. I was a man, so of course I was able to appreciate the female form. Over the years I've noticed how these girls develop, how they come to class one day flat as a board, then the next they've suddenly grown a nice set of gorgeous fucking tits. But I always let those intrusive thoughts slip from my mind. I wasn't going to be some fucking pervert that got hard for teenage girls. 

Christa Carter however was torture to fucking look at. I knew I shouldn't have stared the way I did, and I didn't fucking bother hiding it as I watched her gorgeous tits bounce just for me. All her fucking classmates outside while I gave myself a private fucking show. Breaking every god damn rule I set for myself when I first laid eyes on her in the beginning of the year. 

Christa was popular, and if I had to guess, not a virgin with the way all the guys showered her with attention. I felt like a fucking pervert for the way I imagined her getting railed, wondering how she looks bent the fuck over and those big tits of hers hanging, bouncing beneath her. Imagining her ontop of a guy, those things bouncing hard on her chest as she rode their cocks. My fantasies were fucking filthy, and I'm fucking ashamed, but I can't stop. I can't get Carter out of my fucking head no matter how hard I try. 

I wanted to know what she looked like naked, I wanted to know what her tits looked like, the size of her nipples and how hard they could get. How those tits felt in my hand, how much of them I could fit in my fucking mouth while sucking them. 

Class ended fifteen minutes ago, and this was my free period, so I pull down the front of my shorts, take out my cock and grip it as I jerk off in my office with the door locked. 

"Fuck"I exhale as my body relaxes with relief the second I start to stroke. I needed this, I always needed relief after having Christa Carter around. 

I was a married man, with a gorgeous wife, but I couldn't stop fantasizing about Christa. Couldn't stop thinking about fucking those gorgeous tits, and cumming all over them, decorating them with my fucking cum. I think about bending her over and fucking her in front of the class, think about all the boys and girls watching me pound the fuck out of their sexy as fuck classmate. 

I groan as I pick up the pace, my hand pumping as I think about cumming right inside of her. I curse as I think about making her do jumping jacks earlier, the way her cheeks flushed red as I stared, and didnt say a single thing as I kept watching them bounce in that tight gym shirt she wore. It was like she was taunting me when she walked in wearing that. 

I groan, moving the mouse on my computer, pulling up the school roster, looking at her photo. Her big chest, packed into a nice tight sweater. I enlarge the photo, letting it take up the whole screen and jerk off to the sight of her face, and her chest, wanting my hands on those tits of hers. I admire the way the sweater clings and stretches around her bust, making it just the slightest touch see through and shows the outline of the dark bra she has on underneath. 

"Mmm, fuck" I mutter as I lick my lips and jerk off faster. 

"Love your big fuckin tits" I whisper to the screen. 

"Hot little slut" I groan and lean my head back and close my eyes as I get closer to my release. 

"Always making me stroke my fucking cock for you." I grunt and look back at the screen as I cum. 

I cum into my fist, grunting as it shoots and then drips into my fist.  My eyes still on the screen as I groan a bit louder, the last of my cum escaping and making a mess of my hand. 

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When I get home later in the day, I go to my office , my wife still downstairs getting dinner ready as I open my phone and open my Instagram app. I didn't do social media, but I had an account. No picture, just my user name, and no photos posted. Only following accounts of relatives and a few friends.  I type in Christa's username that I discovered a few months back. She had a public account, and lots of pictures. Some were quotes, some were of her friends, and some were of her. There were a lot of her. Lots, and lots of material, that's kept me occupied. 

I go to her highlights and tap on my favorite one, where it holds all of her dancing videos, little trends she participates in. Ones where she wears tiny little shorts, and crop tops that she's not allowed to wear to school because of dress code. 

I take my cock out and watch as I stroke it for her yet again. I wasn't usually this bad about it, but after today, after that tight shirt, those tits right in front of me, being able to just watch them, and not have her say a fucking word. I groan at the thought of making her do it for me again, making her stay afterclass for some extra jumping jacks, alone, naked, in my office. 

There's at least fifty of these video clips in her highlight, I stroke faster as each one passes, and I know my favorite one is coming up, where it's her in a fucking tiny little bikini, her tits pouring out of the top, and bouncing as she does her little dance moves, turning around and twerking her ass for the camera in a thong bikini. God, the things these girls did. I wondered if her parents knew the way she shook her ass for anyone to look at. I was thankful they either didnt monitor her close enough, or didnt care enough to make her take it down. 

I groan as the clip starts and wish I was tech savy enough to learn how to play this specific clip on a fucking continuous loop. I groan watching those tits, praying one day the clip will change, and that top with fall right off and give me a good look at her. 

I take my thumb and tap it back to watch it again and groan as it repeats. Then again, and again. I curse and swipe out of the video and go to her pictures, scrolling down to find one of my favorites. I find one of her in a tiny halter top that bares her stomach, a white halter top that she's wearing with a tiny little skirt, and her nipples are hard, poking through the fabric.  I stare at her for a few minutes, licking my lips as I jerk myself off and look at those nipples poking through her top. 

I go to scroll down and instead, I make probably the biggest fucking mistake, and watch the little heart at the bottom of the photo turn red. 

"Shit!" I curse and then tap it again. Watching it turn blank again. "Fuck" I mutter as I accid​entally like it a second time in my haste to unlike it. 

"Fuck!" I mutter and drop my phone onto the desk.

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Christa Carter

As I'm watching a video Mel sent me on my phone, I see an Insta notification pop up. 

"JJames7474 Liked your photo."  

My brows pinch and I shake my head. Unsure of what I just saw as the notification goes away, I stop the video Mel wants me to watch and tap open my IG, and go to my notifications. Just as I do. I watch another alert, showing the user name liking the photo a second time. My eyes widen and I laugh in disbelief. It can't be him, I tell myself. It's just a coincidence.

I click on the user name and I inahle sharply. 

No pictures, follows 43 people, with 35 following, and in the info is.. "PE Teacher / 49 / Married "

"No. Fucking. Way." I whisper to myself. 

Not only did he accidentally like a photo, he liked one from last year, of me in a skimpy top and skirt. My fucking gym teacher, who gave himself a private fucking peep show today, was now stalking my instagram?! Clearly he didn't want me to know, how long has he been lurking my page for? I was confused as to how the fuck I was supposed to feel about this, he was hot as hell, but old enough to be my fucking father. 

Do I send him a message? Call him out? No. God, that would be so weird. Maybe there was an explanation as to why he was on my page, other than the seemingly obvious. I go to my settings, and change my profile to private. I wasn't giving Jackson James spank bank material. It didnt feel right to allow a married man , that was also my fucking p.e teacher, oogle my goods.  Even if it did make my nether regions do things I wasn't proud of.  I wouldnt be able to look at him come next class. 

"Oh god" I groan as I realize next class we start swiming. I slap a hand over my face and drag it down. I chew my lip and look at my phone screen. 

My heart jumps into my throat when I see I've got a DM. I panic as I switch over to my DMS. 

"No." I say as I see his name and immediately pull open the message.

"We're going to pretend that did not happen." it says.

I scoff. 

Well, I would have gladly done so, and that was my intention, but he has quite the nerve to tell me how I should react. I scowl at my screen, and now my bratty side is out and my thumbs punch my screen quickly. 

"Am I also supposed to pretend that today in class didnt happen? When you stared at my chest while making me do jumping jacks?" 

SEND. 

I growl, and then also bite my lip nervously. Shit, I could not believe this was happening. 

"I don't know what you're talking about. Please stop messaging me." he replies.

"YOU messaged ME" I remind him and my nostrils flare. 

"I'm not the CREEP who is lurking students instagrams and looking at photos of them in small tops and skirts." I reply. 

I stare at my screen, my lips tight and I narrow my eyes as I wait for a response.

"If you didn't want people to look, you wouldn't post them." he retorts and I inahle deeply and exhale a little growl. 

"I dont want YOU to look." I reply. 

"Maybe you should think about that before dressing like a stripper and posting it publicly for the internet." he replies.

My jaw drops.

"Are you fuckin kidding me!?" I reply

"You're going to shame me for how I dress, because YOU slipped up and got caught perving on your students photo?!" I type back. 

"Not perving. Was bored. I just happened to come across you." he says.

Lies. I think to myself. 

"OH REALLY, YEAH, go ahead, stick with that story because it's just OH SO BELIEVABLE." I reply, almost forgetting who I'm talking to. 

I dealt with so many shitty guys in my dm's , telling me how hot I was, or liking pictures, only to turn around and degrade me when I didn't give them the attention they wanted. 

"STOP messaging me."  he replies. 

"Block me." I reply with a little audible "hmpf" as I send it. 

"Just stop messaging me." he replies.

"MAKE ME" I type in all caps. 

"Very mature." he answers.

"Screw you." I type back. 

"Again, very mature." he answers. 

"I'm not the fifty year old man perving it to eighteen year olds Jackson." I say with a little smirk to myself at using his first name.

"Are you going to say anything?" he asks. 

My brows pinch. Was I? Should I? Did I want to? No. Probably. No. But, I could make him suffer a little before admitting I have no real intention on ruining him for his attraction to girls with big breasts. 

"I won't say anything. On one condition."  I type back.

"What's your condition?" he asks. 

"You tell me exactly why you were on my page, and why you were looking at that photo." I reply. 

I wait, and I wait. Minutes go by till his message appears.

"You already know why." he replies. 

I roll my eyes, and then squirm in my seat, and feel the slight dampness between my legs, the little pull low in my belly and I reply. 

"Not good enough. I want you to spell it out for me Jackson."  I reply. 

Again, I wait. 

"I was jerking off." he replies. 

I drop my phone in my lap, stunned at what I just read. 

"Fuck." I mutter and pick up my phone and look at it. 

I was jerking off. 

I was jerking off. 

I lick my lips and cant believe he had the balls to admit it. 

"To me?" I ask. 

"Yes." he replies. 

I feel my nipples tighten and I bite my lip. 

"So. You won't tell anyone?" he types. 

"I won't say anything." I reply, keeping my bargain. 

I just stare at the screen. Blinking at it, wondering how the fuck this is happening. That I just had my gym teacher admit to perving my pics while getting himself off. I should feel disgusted, or violated or something, but, jesus. Its the first time a guy has admitted that he gets off to thinking about me. Part of me didnt care that it was my gym teacher, I was flattered. Should I be flattered? Probably not. 

"Carter?" he types. 

I take a breath. 

"What?" I answer.

"I need you to do me a favor." he types. 

I swallow, and lick my lips as I listen my own breathing grow heavy and faster. 

"Maybe?" I reply. 

"I need you to make your profile public again." he says. 

I gasp , my breath hitching and I squirm again in my seat and bite my lip. 

I lick my teeth as I think , my mind racing and I know what I'm about to is so fucked up. 

"No." I type back as I then hit the camera button in the text and lay back on my bed, lifting my shirt, and exposing a plain white t shirt style bra, my tits pressed together as I push my eblow in a little , making them look even bigger, and I snap a picture from the neck down. I look at it, take a breath and hit send. 

"More." he replies. 

I curl my toes and bite my lip hard. 

"No." I reply. 

"That's all you get." I type. 

"Perv." I add. 

"You have fantastic tits." he replies. 

My eyes widen. 

"Oh my god" I say to myself. 

"You have the best set I've ever seen. I bet you have amazing nipples." he types and I just gawk at my screen. 

"Promise me you won't tell anyone how hard they make me." he types. 

"I promise." I reply, unsure of what the fuck else to say. 

"I know I shouldn't be telling you any of this." he types. 

"But I'd do anything to get my hands on you." he says and I whimper audibly to myself as I lay back on my bed,  and slide my fingers down my pants, and into my panties, my eyes fluttering when I touch my clit. 

This was so incredibly wrong, and bad, and we could get in so much trouble. 

"I imagine you naked every class." he replies and I moan as I rub my clit in circles, just reading his words. 

"I could get in a lot of trouble if you tell anyone about this Carter." he says.

I moan. 

"I'm not going to say anything." I reply. 

"What are you doing right now?" he asks. 

I bite my lip, my hand pausing my panties. 

I lower my phone, and take a picture of where my arm is cut off by my shorts, my hand inside them. I send it. 

"Oh god" I I shake my head regretting it. Was this really happening? I always made terrible choices when I was this turned on. 

"Does it turn you on that you get me hard Christa?" he asks. I whimper and respond to his text.

"Yes." I type. 

"I want to hear you cum." he types.

I swallow hard. 

"What do you mean?" I ask. 

"I want to call you, and listen to you while you touch yourself." he answers and I panic. I'd never done phone sex. Ive sexted, which is totally different. 

"You dont have to say anything. Just let me listen to you while you masturbate." he types and I dont reply, I just stall, trying to think of an excuse. 

"I'll do the talking. I'll tell you about all the things I want to do to you." he types. 

"shit." I mutter and rub my clit. 

"I cant." I reply. 

"why not?" he asks. 

"Ive never had phone sex." I reply. 

"Are you wet?" he asks. 

I feel my cheeks heat even though he can't see me, but I was so ashamed. Because I was drenched. 

"Yes." I answer. 

"Do I have permission to cum thinking about my cock between those tits?" he asks. 

I gasp and whimper. 

"Yes." I reply.