She told herself she wanted to fuck all of them. Then she changed her mind. Not all of them, Helen thought. She certainly didn't want to fuck the girls. Just the boys. All the boys in her class.

She was horny today and it was getting to her. Usually she kept the fires down, but today she'd felt it already in the morning. Her pussy was hungry again. Well, she did have a date with Stanley tonight, so that was something to look forward to. And in the meantime she could dream about these kids.

She did like to dream. The boys were certainly old enough to fuck. Some of them looked like they could show a woman a lovely time. She had never fucked a boy, not anyone as young as the boys in her class. Not ever. She'd been a virgin until she was twenty. A late bloomer, they called it. And then when she finally lost her cherry she didn't like it that much. She still didn't like it that much. She liked other things, but the fucking.

She could feel their eyes on her. Some of the boys in the class were always looking at her body when she was at the blackboard. She always knew it. They liked her tits. She knew what she had. Good tits, a solid ass, lovely legs. She rose up now and went to the blackboard to add something to the exercise they were doing.

Go on, look at my ass, she thought. Then she faced them and she felt their eyes on her tits again. She imagined one of the shy boys sucking her nipples. Jason Potter, that was his name. Shy eyes and freckles. She thought of her tits stuffing his mouth. She'd once caught him looking at her legs when her skirt had accidentally ridden up her thighs. Boys this age got so hot when you showed them anything. She always wore spike heels because she had great legs and she liked to be looked at. And they did look. Her boyfriend Stanley said she had the most gorgeous legs he'd ever seen. She liked to wrap her legs around Stanley's neck when he sucked her gash.