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Forbidden Affairs: Three Short Stories
(James Legarski)

        "Are you enjoying the show?"

Damn. He was caught. Now what was going to happen? Was he going to ride out the rest of the semester hanging his head in shame? He was panicking. He was sweating. He was horny. Why did she have to lean in so close? Why did she have to whisper in his ear? He couldn't take it. It was driving him mad.

	"I, uh..." he stammered.

        "It's ok." She whispered as she suddenly grabbed his balls. "It's nice to be appreciated once in a while." She ran her fingers up his cock, noticed students entering for her next class and released. "Class dismissed." She whispered the words so sensually they actually sounded erotic. Josh was dazed. Did this actually just happen? He could have sworn the hottest teacher on campus just grabbed his cock. It was throbbing so hard he couldn't concentrate. He stumbled to the door, bumping into another student on his way out.

        "Oh...sorry." He said, nervously.

        Josh bolted out the door and sprinted down the hallway like a man on a mission. He found the restroom and flung the door open. He quickly did a stall check. Nothing. He looked over at the urinals. Safe. He looked at himself in the mirror, shook his head, and then ran into the furthest stall. He frantically undid his belt and zipped down his pants. He dropped to his knees and wrapped his hand around his cock, which was long and firm at this point. It felt so incredible just putting it in his hand. He could barely contain himself. He slowly started stroking down. Then up. Then down again. He closed his eyes and replayed the situation in his head over and over. He increased his speed. He thought about Ms. Harrison grabbing his balls. He reached down with his free hand and started fondling them himself. He imagined it was Ms. Harrison's hand. He thought about her heaving bosom. He could feel himself getting more and more excited. With each increasingly rapid stroke he knew it was only a matter of time. He was so horny by now he was surprised he hadn't already shot a load on the way to the bathroom. He kept a steadily increasing pace. He thought about that brief moment that she ran her hand up his cock. That was it. He started shaking. He felt it coming. And with one final stroke he exploded into the toilet. His cum flowed like Niagara Falls. He kept stroking with each downward stroke seemingly shooting out another powerful stream of semen. He gradually slowed down until eventually there was nothing left to be excreted. He fell back on his feet and panted. If masturbating were this pleasureful, how would he ever be able to deal with the real Ms. Harrison? Not that he thought that was an option. But it was nice to fantasize that it could be.