The Support Teacher Likes To Fuck With His students 18+ And Get Them Pregnant

Title: “The Support Teacher’s Twisted Game”

Mr. Wilson was NOT your average support teacher. Sure, he seemed mild-mannered on the surface – slightly disheveled, always in need of a shave, and with a slight paunch that tugged at his polo shirt. But looks can be deceiving. Behind those horn-rimmed glasses and unstyled hair, Mr. Wilson harbored a dark secret. He had a fetish, a depraved obsession that manifested in the most perverted of ways.

Upskirt photography. Voyeurism. Lewd acts with underage students. Wilson was a sick, sick man. And Monsters High was his perfect hunting ground.

On this particular day, Wilson had his sights set on chocolaty-skinned Candy Sue. The dusky teen was a beacon of nubile beauty – perky tits barely contained by her too-small uniform blouse, a plump rump that begged to be grabbed, and an insatiable lust that shimmered in her bedroom eyes. Wilson knew she was the perfect candidate for his twisted game.

Prowling the hallways during study period, Wilson adjusted his lens and aimed his camera phone up Candy’s plaid skirt as she bent over a locker. The angle was perfect – cellphone in perfect upskirt position, catching a flash of grey cotton panties. Wilson felt a familiar stirring in his crotch. His fetish was in full effect.

He wasn’t the only pervert in the school, either. Several widths down the hall, the janitor, Andy, was busy rigging a hidden spy cam to catch the girls dressing in the locker room. His pants bulged obscenely as he thought about the action about to go down. This school was crawling with sickos.

Meanwhile, Mr. Wilson was whipping himself into a frenzy, filming second year student Amara bending over the toilet. She wiped under her plaid skirt, oblivious to his upskirt shot underneath her skirt as she adjusted her tight white cotton panties stretched across her plush rump. He thought about knocking on the bathroom stall door and juicing his thick shaft to an eruption against Amara’s flushed, brown pussy. The intrusive thoughts made Wilson’s chest tighten and his skin prickle with heat. Such a twisted old goat!

After Amara emerged, Mr. Wilson caught up to the dark-skinned beauty in the hallway and pinned her against the lockers, fondling her titties underneath her loose-fit sweater. “I want to fuck you right here,” he grunted, grinding his hard cock against her crotch. “Bend over.”

But just as Mr. Wilson had Amara’s skirt flipped up and her ass exposed, a janitor walked by pushing a mop bucket and threatened to report the inappropriate conduct. Wilson sadly released his grip on the nervous Amara, who scampered down the hall and disappeared back into class.

Defeated for the moment, Wilson crept to the janitor’s storage closet and jacked his cummy cock to sticky completion. Naughty thoughts of tight holes and young blood coursed through his mind as his fleshy log lurched in his hand, pumping out a thick stream of white baby batter that splashed against the inside of a pail.

One day, a student will catch him in the act and beg for a piece of his red, pulsating 8-inch cock. The promise of satisfying that perverted yearning justifies his sick pursuit… for now. That day when a little slut spreads her legs wide for his aging bone and belly, his twisted fantasy will finally be realized – deliciously bone-busting, ball-bustling, MEAT FILLED FUCKING!

Nursery and Jail Bars in the teacher’s lounge window displayed a 4-pack of little bodies squatting between Big Biosystems listening to men say a lot of things…. Is there any room at this inn for all of their babies? There are so many Mama bells to pick and so few Papa cradles in the storage room.
What better kind of undertaking than FILL GRINDING?
Guess we’ll just have to take turns if there is only enough “Pooper Scooper” to go around.

I just have a thing for Mrs. Wilson who told me not to be so practically perfect. I’ll show her that me Grenage is heaven in the fruit bowl. Her legs are gidgeon starring enough defined notcience to kindergarten the class of ornaments without NOTICEORY HER!

Some day, student you’ll catch me in the act, begging for a piece of my meat. Then my fantasy will be realized – meat filled fucking my cock preoccupied inside you!