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I had to admit, for a guy who didn’t really give a crap about history, Mr. Anton had me excited. And from looking around the classroom, I was a minority. I was glad gym was the last class of the day. I was definitely not comfortable with taking showers at school, and from what I heard from many people, including a very vocal Nicole, I would need to shower before attending any other classes. My comfort was somewhat restabilized by the fact that all of my preconceptions of what a big gym teacher should be like were smashed by the gym teacher we were amateur given. Mr. Brock, the admittedly well-sculpted, beaming teacher himself, practically bounced into the room jogging, and looked like a man straight out of a ’90s workout video. What looked like sun-bleached voyeur blondish short hair (despite it being near the end of winter), deep blue workout shorts, a sky-blue tank top, and a cheesy ’90s smile to top it off. “Hey, gang.” He announced with a highish yet commanding voice. “Glad to see you all here. This is freshmen year men’s gym class and my name is Mr. Brock, your teacher. But I guess you guys already guessed that.” He paused to laugh at his own joke, if you could even call that a joke, and some of us joined in, either nervously or because we wanted to get on his good side. “Before we get into what we’re going to be doing this semester, I’m going to go over a few rules.” A 20-minute discussion on deodorant, hygiene, showers and the importance of fitness followed, most of which I tuned out. I tuned back in when the words ‘keep in mind, this is important’ met my ears. “Keep in mind, this is important – I know that some of you are beginners, some of you just want to get the credit, and some of you aren’t used to a gym environment. That’s totally okay, I realize you can’t push yourselves to the level of some of our more athletic classmates. That’s just the way it is. I’m going to be looking more for improvement than pure skill throughout this semester. As long as you keep up outdoor and push yourselves, you’ll do just great in this class.” Yippee. To be honest, I hated gym class. I mean, I was a bullied stay-at-home wimp until very recently. We practically had doctorates in staying at home and not exercising. I’m pretty sure I got winded if I ever made a trip to the fridge too quickly. Still, at least the teacher wasn’t a jerk. The compilation semester was shaping up to be a pretty good one. Cindy looked at him with a ‘Yeah..right’ look. He threw his hand to his chest and gasped, “Oh my god, lucky you.” I sat on a compilation chair next to the couch, opposite the chair Jeff had been occupying moments before. “We're your new sex slaves, Master,” outdoor Lydia said, her voice so breathy. Before we head to my bed room i ran to my car to get some protection by the time i got back she's half way up the stairs she was wearing a skirt so her camel toe is in my full view. Bitting it off she swallowed it. “Suck this white bitch.” “How did Freddy react to your pussy getting 'really wet'?” Mala smiled at big his failures. Was she actually that dumb? I amateur say nibbling her neck as she squeals again. “AAAAHHHH!!!!” Bianca cooed, bucking into his face as her spasms continued for what seemed like forever. His hands ceased their assault, leaving her panting for breath, as his hands again began their caressing movements up her torso, tracing small circles in her flesh, exploring her feminine curves, committing them to memory, watching her reactions. “I will” Mr Slater confirmed, taking an opportunity to glance at the teenage girl’s large firm breasts underneath her tight t-shirt. I'd get all excited and want to be fucked except I'm on my period so when you stopped I'd still have the cramps but on top of that I'd be sexually frustrated, I don't think that's a good idea." The intended venom in her words melted away in the air between the two, leaving only sorrow. With my cock still embedded within her, I held as much as my cum inside of her as I could. How to get back at voyeur my classmates who bullied and laughed at me. How to help out my one remaining friend at school, the nerdy Sam. ‘Mmmh, okay. “Hey, come here, I’ve got something to tell you,” she says, beckoning you to her. "When you activated the return beam I was ready as you'd instructed.