I was 23 years old and had graduated with a teaching degree from UZ. Even though they said mine was a teaching degree, I wasn’t so keen on joining the profession, unless of course I was going to teach at a boys’ school.
I just couldn’t see myself teaching girls, especially ‘A’ level girls. Damn man, those are mature girls and they could drive me up the wall. So for the first six months I refused to join teaching. I applied all the companies I could think of but nothing positive came through. Sometimes I would go for interviews but the economy was in recession and I was the loser. But nzara inokutuma varume. In the end I swallowed my pride and went to look for a place as a teacher. I was happy to find that a job was available in my own hometown and I
began teaching high school biology. But just as fate would have it, I was sent to a
Zuva rekutanga basa ndakaona moto. I was reminded just how hot the girls were. About 9 out of 10 girls in my school were drop dead gorgeous! Varume ndaka buda ziya ndichiona kudya kwakadai. Tiri paassembly I just gazed at all the girls and said neche mumoyo, mapeche ese aya here! Svondo rekutanga went smoothly as everyone tried to settle down. Iniwo ndairova basa sebasa semunhu aive achiri kunzwa ginger. By the end of the week I could tell that I had impressed the girls in my class. I was beginning to think
ndakange ndichingotya kuticha vasikana zvenhema as all was going on smoothly. But fourth week things began to take a different direction. Ndakatanga kuona zvimwe zvinhu zvaiitwa
nevamwe vasikana. Zvaiitwa innocently zvokuti you could miss it if you were not as h0rny as I was. Being fully aware of my job at stake I studiously avoided looking when a shapely young lady would offer enticing views of magaro or legs. It became a sort of sport with a
group of the popular girls, they would dress sexxxxy and try to out do each other on who could give the cute teacher the best views seemingly by accident.
Vakomana I’m not made of stone and ndine ropa mutsinga dzangu kwete mvura! Ndakamboedza kuzvibata but after a while these cute little honeys began to have the desired effect on me. After class I would have to run into my little room in the back, lock the door and soothe mboro yangu. Ko ndaigoita sei veduwe. Imhosvaka kubatwa uine
mwana wechikoro. Apa kukagoti vana vacho vazhinji were from well to do families saka kungo mutarisa neziso rimwe riya, ndaiswera ndachajwa nesexual abuse or harrassment or something their rich parents could drum up. Manje nematyiro andinoita jeri, ndaitotiza zvangu. On one particular day one of the girls actually came to class asina pant! Munongozivawo mastools eku lab akareba saka aka gara aka shadabura zvidya zvose
zviri pachena. At first I avoided lecturing ndiri pamberi peclass but soon I had to return to write on the board. With everyone busy copying notes she looked up and maziso edu
ndokusangana. Akabva anyatso kuvhura makumbo guys and I saw nyini yake vakomana! Guys I nearly fainted. Ukuwo mudhara akati una manga, akabva amuka zvehondo chaiyo,
kusimuka chaicho. Bhurugwa rakasimudzwa ndika shaya chekuita.
Ndaka ramba ndichi nyora paboard but mumwe musikana ndokundidana to her desk.
Ndakamboda kuramba nekunyara bhurugwa which had tented in front. But ndaka zongoti rega ndiende ndokufamba very fast kuti vasaone. Sezvineiwo door rakabva ravhurwa headmistress ndokuti pindikiti. I had to stop but luckily I was blocked by a desk. She said she wanted to see me after the lesson. I just nodded my head and gave her the thumbs up
sign as I could not trust my voice. At the corner of my eyes I saw the girls near me pointing at my tent vobva vatanga giggling. Ndakanyara vakomana. Ipapo mudhara akandinzwira ngoni ndokuvata hake. Damn, that was close. After the first time the girls noticed kumira kwemboro their games got bolder, some would look me right in the eyes and vachinanzwa malips as they spread their legs in the front row and gave me the full view.
Something else had changed since my days in school, the girls now loved kusvirwa.Panguva yedu yehigh school, the girls vaiita kunge masisters eku Roma chaiwo. Kungo mubata zamu,
nyangwe by accident, waitukwa kunge imbwa yaitira tsvina mumba. Vamwe vaibva vanaga kunotaura kuvakuru. It was scary. But now everyone hears wild stories about these girls. I’m telling you I am sure the girls from this school started experimenting zvekusvirana around Form 1 chete and by 4th year they could out perform most of the starlets who get their
starts in pono! Well, it wasn’t that bad but it was bad, know what I mean!? Nyangwe the girls continued with their game ndakaramba kuwira pasi. Bonyora ndairova too much in my office ndangobva kulesson! It was all I could do to relieve the tension so that in the next lesson mudhara aizvibata. My will power still might have stood up long enough to get through the school year, or for the girls to tire of their game if not for one thing. The long-time girls’ soccer coach retired. She had been offered a post somewhere else.
The school board couldn’t afford to hire a new coach, and since I had played some soccer in Division One with our UZ team, I was offered the job. The only other option was to cancel
the soccer team. Hana yangu yakarova ndichiudzwa kudaro naHeadmistress. Ndakazvituka kuti chandaive ndambo vaudzirawo nezve kutamba bhora kwangu. Manje ndoita sei? In the afternoon I took the soccer team for practice and I nearly fainted when I saw what they were wearing. Most were in gym skirts with no shorts underneath! Guys, how can you coach a group of young hot girls wearing that when you are a h0rny young man? Ivowo vasikana vacho zvaito vanakidza. All the exercises I had planned went through the window because
they involved lifting up legs, bending down and stretching. Iniwo ndakagoti ndaive ndaka pfeka short and you know guys how loose these soccer shorts are. I ended up saying they
should do the exercise they had last done and boy ndaka zvidenhera. Hapana pant randisina kuona musi uyu, marudzi ose ndakaaona. Iye akazoti kwoitwawo mag-strings ndiye aka kanganisa. Waiona mwana wevanhu aka kotama iko kakanyatsoti pfee mukati. On one or two of the girls ndakatoona matinji achi dongorera. Ipapo ndakabva ndati that’s enough
ndokuvamisa. I told them to divide into two teams and start playing against each other.
As soon as they started doing that I went straight kuna Head. I knocked and went in. I told her my problem, the uniform the girls were bringing to soccer practice, how I wanted them
all to come in tracksuits! She laughed looking me in the eyes and said, “Wakuvadzwaka nevasikana ava!” Ndakashaya chekureva. I just looked pasi nekunyara. “Look mwanangu, I know you are young and understand your problem. I will talk to the girls and ask them to
cooperate. But I do not blame them for messing around with you, you are quite a catch even if I may say so myself! Wakandiwana ndakura mwanangu!” she said laughing and looking at my crotch. I had heard rumours from other teachers that she beena pro, joki, before she
turned a new leaf and got her life back together, went to college, got a degree and the rest was history. When she said this I began to believe the story. I quickly excused myself as I
felt mudhara akambenge avata avakuda kumuka. But she must have noticed it as she smiled whilst looking right at my crotch. Mai iyi iri kuda kuita sei, I thought as I ran back to practice. The girls were playing quite well. As I watched I picked up my team and wrote
the names down. A cry interrupted my thoughts and I looked to see one of the girls writhing in agony holding chidya yake, she had a cramp. Now guys you know how painful that is. I ran
onto the pitch and 2 other girls helped me to carry her to the shade just behind a bench. The 2 girls went back to play. I took out the medical kit and started doing what we had always done tiri kutraining nedzimwe boys, kana kumbo funga kuti igero nikisi. Iyewo akabva arara nemusana leaving me to massage her thigh! As I rubbed I heard kakuchemerera,
kinda se.xual and was brought back to earth.
I looked at the girl and saw her eyes closed and she had a smile on her face! I quickly took my hands away and looked around. No one was paying us any attention. When I looked
back at the girl she had opened her legs like munhu ari kuda kusvirwa. She was one of the girls who had kag-string and matinji ake aive aka zvimbirira achioneka. There was a wet spot
pamberi and any man knows what that is. Ndoita sei manje? I stood up and quickly went
down as mboro yangu yaive yanyanya kumira and was very noticeable. Musikana uya looked at me and smiled. She then said, “Please Sir do my leg again, richiri kurwadza” Varume the tone used could have melted even pope chaiye, vana ava! Like a moth drawn to a flame, I slowly brought my hands to her thigh. My heart began to beat faster and breathing became difficult. Ndakanzwa musoro kutema chaiko! Hey! I slowly began to massage her thigh and guys the girl went crazy. Handigone kutsanangura what she was doing but it was hot. Iniwo
ndakaita kunge ndabatwa naSatan pachake kwete neimwe yengirozi dzake as I continued to massage the thigh. Nenguva isipi my fingers were brushing against her mound, panyini chaipo. The fear of being discovered added to the pleasure, vakomana the forbidden fruit tastes sweetest. I don’t how it happened but ndakazongoona munwe wangu wava mubeche rake! Varume mwana wevanhu akange atota iyeye. Imika imi! Ipapo ndakafunga zvekumusvira kuground ikoko! Such was my desire and kugarwa kwandaive ndaita naSatan.
I toyed with her, moving my finger around beche rake, deliberately avoiding matinji ake. Aive ofemera pamusoro manje and when I saw kuti anzwa ndakagumha klit rake. Mwana wevanhu akaita kunge ava kuda kubhururuka. Ndakaita kunge ndinobisa munwe wangu achibva andibata ruoko nemaoko maviri. She brought it to her klit gain and I let her have it. I
massaged the little nub and she went crazy.
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