Mrs. Love was a young 20-year old teacher. This was her first year as a teacher, and she was very excited. She watched anxiously as her students entered the room and tried to overhear their names as they talked. The bell finally rang and Mrs. Love patiently waited for everyone to sit. The students were more attentive since they had a young teacher, probably trying to get on her good side. Many of the guys looked at the inexperienced teacher dreamily. Mrs. Love smiled as she started reading off the names.
“Lindsey?”
“Present”
“Andrew?”
“Present”
“Amanda?”
“Present”
Mrs. Love read down the list with perfect attendance until she got to the last name.
“Dustin?”
The room was quite.
“Dustin?”
No one responded.
“Dustin?”
“Perhaps there is no Dustin in this class, Mrs. Love?”
One of the students attempted to be helpful after Mrs. Love attempted three times. The youthful teacher sighed- none of the students seemed to know a “Dustin,” so it was probably a mistake. Just one more time, she called
“Dustin?”
“Yes, ma’am?”
Mrs. Love was surprised that she got a response. She was frightened by the incredibly deep earth-shaking voice that responded. She was outraged at the arrogance of this boy who came to the first class of the year late. And she was stupefied once she actually saw this boy.
“You…I…This…Today…Class…”
The behemoth at the door simply laughed his rumbling laugh, an unimaginable laugh which seemed to come from everywhere. Mrs. Love finally got a proper look at this total freak. She could see every detail of his large chest, pecs, and nipples through the skin-tight shirt as if it wasn’t there, and the amazingly ripped 8-pack he possessed was equally obvious. His arms were thicker than the lockers the students were provided with, and his biceps were the size of bowling balls. “Shit!” Mrs. Love thought to herself. “This man’s biceps are bigger than my husband’s thighs! And my husband is at least 5 years older than this kid!” Dustin’s legs were ridiculous, but sexy. They touched each other even though, as far as she could tell, they were relaxed and were actually spread apart! “Bigger than my husband’s chest! This isn’t a kid, this is a MAN!”
Finally, her eyes rested on the massive package that held this boy’s baby-maker. Her jaw dropped in front of the class as she stared at the curled up fuckstick, no doubt over a foot long! Dustin expertly wiggled his manmeat back and forth, watching as Mrs. Love kept her eyes on the massive python. This had a similar effect on the other students, girls drunk in lust and guys in jealousy. After a full minute of hypnotizing the class using nothing more than the yard-long pole in his straining and tearing shorts, Dustin brought the class back to reality.
“A’hem!”
Mrs. Love was brought out of la-la land faster than the speed of light. “Oh, err, I, uh…” Dustin raised an eyebrow, then walked over to a nearby desk and sat down, a large CREAKing noise showing the obvious strain the chair had from holding half a ton of pure and holy muscle up. His silence and sexy facial expressions embarrassed Mrs. Love even more.
“Anyways…”
Mrs. Love attempted to focus on class for the rest of the period, but it was impossible with this irresistible muscleteen constantly raising his eyebrows, flexing his biceps, showing off a smile, stretching his legs, or, her favorite, shoving his hands in his shorts and pumping his cock. He did this three of four times during the period, and with his two hands big enough to cover his head and a yard long dick, there was hardly any room left in those tiny shorts, and it was obvious exactly what was happening in there. When class finally ended, Mrs. Love sighed and collapsed on her desk as her pants were completely soaked in her shit. Dustin glanced and smirked at the young, attractive teacher he had just dominated and swaggered out of class with the rest of the students, leaving the exhausted teacher on her desk as she dreamed of the fabulous musclegod.