Sex with Teachers 1991

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And it could only happen back then, pre-Internet and all. It was a Friday night. Stu and I were hanging out at Robert’s and shooting some pool in his big basement. Ms. B came by with three other teachers to deliver some audio visual equipment for a project Robert was doing that weekend.

Robert asked the teachers if they’d like a beer. Ms. T literally check everyone’s ID. She was decent and upfront about it, but she really did do it. I later decided this was key to everything that would happen later. And yes, it was toward the end of the school year and we were all over 18.

We broke open some fresh brews and had fun talking for a while. It was nice to see the teachers as just regular people. They found out that Robert’s parents were out of town for the weekend and that they had taken his younger brother with them. The conversation turned to the possibility that we might go to the Gold Lounge later that night. Ms. H actually got pissed, pointing out that, hell yeah, some of those girls were mistreated and exploited. The Gold was a topless club offering lap dancing. My bud Stu said we’d ease back away if we say signs of any bad shit, and that seemed to partially assuage Ms. H. Now, Ms. B, who I’ve always had a thing for, said it must be hard for ladies in their thirties, or almost their thirties, looking at Ms. T, to compete with these young twenty-somethings with their designer bodies. And the conversation briefly turned to natural vs. enhanced breasts, although not quite that directly.

Okay, the teachers were* Ms. Carol B, Ms. Jennie H, Ms. Marisa T, and finally Ms. Susan A. who is not to be under-appreciated by any stretch!

The conversation turned to the price of lap dances. Jennie H turned this over in her mind. So 20 bucks for one measly song, she repeated.

Carol then directly asked me, “So, Mark, would you really pay 20 bucks for one dance with a middled-aged lady like myself, even if I didn’t take a single stitch off?”

“You bet’cha,” I said.

I whipped out a 20, snapped it theatrically, and sat down on the couch. Robert restarted the music. I didn’t know if Carol was really going to do it.

But she did!

Carol got right in front of me. bakırköy escort She placed her hands on my shoulders, and she leaned her tits right into my face. Then she straddled my lap. She bounced up and down as if we were fucking. She leaned over and whispered into my ear, “And what if I were to give you a blowie?” Carol has short, curly black hair which I think is great. And her tits were medium size, and both firm and soft at the very same time. I know, because she pushed them right up against my chest!

And then I saw that Marisa T. was giving a lap dance to Stu.

And Jennie and Susan were giving a double-lapper to Robert. And all her earlier skepticism notwithstanding, Ms. Jennie H. really wiggled her ass right in Robert’s lap!

After two dances, Marisa took Stu behind the pantomime screen. And if she didn’t give him a blowjob, the two of them certainly put on one hell of a show. I think she really did suck his cock. And I think she swallowed as I caught two hints of motion at her throat.

And then, it all came to a screeching halt.

Ms. Susan A. said, “We can’t do any more, ladies. Guys talk. That’s just a fact of life.”

And that statement hung in the room.

We all knew it was true. All three guys looked at each other. Carol and I looked at each other and held eyes. I know we both wanted to do more. Robert then said, “What if you had a picture of us kissing? Would that be good blackmail material, just in case we talked?” A pause. And then, Marisa said, “It would have to be blowjobs.” We immediately shot that down, with Stu loudly proclaiming, “No fucking way!”

I said, “What if it was on the verge of a blowjob?”

We all looked at each other. The ladies looked at each other and seemed to come to agreement. Carol said, “One inch of separation. It would have to be only one inch of separation.” We guys looked at each other and nodded.

The ladies still wanted the kissing shots. We argued by saying they’d have the far more incriminating pre-blowjob shots. But they said they needed the kissing shoots to make the whole thing believeable. So . . . I kissed Stu and Robert and made it damn ataköy escort quick, as they did, too.

We strippped down, with ample help from the ladies. Carol took hold onto my three-quarters hard dick and stroked me to really hard. And sure enough, Stu and Robert went down on their knees and put their mouth an inch away. And I did the same for them. I couldn’t help but thinking that this might be an elaborate prank on the part of the teachers. But no, I felt the connection and the heat from Carol.

And then it was on.

Carol came to my side next to the couch. We started really kissing, slid down onto the couch, really kissing and frenching. I ran my hand up one leg. I felt the crotch of her panties, then slipped inside and felt bare, slippery pussy. She moaned into my mouth as she continued kissing me. God, it was good. I started kissing her neck and went down to her breasts. Her nipples were a wonderfully dark color. And they were hard, and sticking up proudly.

Carol said, “Let me ride you.”

I laid on my back on the couch. Carol lowered her pussy onto my cock. She was only the second woman I had had sex with, breaking up with my girlfriend several months ago.

Her pussy was hot, wet — and tight. And she began to move in a very nifty motion. I don’t know what exercise this language arts teacher has used to keep in such great shape. But she was in exquisite shape!

I looked over and Stu was fucking Marisa doggie style on one of the exercise mats. And Robert was sitting in the Lazy-Boy chair getting a double-blowjob from Susan and Jen.

Carol began breathing harder, and I wanted to finish deep in her pussy. I flipped her over to the missionary position and began solid thrusts. In less than a minute, Carol grabbed my back hard, began choo-choo-ing her breath, and looked me right in the eyes. I felt her pussy begin grasping and contracting. One hard grip, and then rhythmically, slightly over a second each, a series of firm grips. And then it was like I was in the home stretch of running the 400 meters. I was exhausted, sweaty, but had to keep going faster and faster.

And then I was coming, “Oh, şirinevler escort Carol, Carol, you’re such a fox, You Are Such a FUCKING FOX.” I also said her last name and told her she was the foxiest teacher in the whole FUCKING SCHOOL! And then I was coming deep in her pussy, as deeply as I possible could.

Round 2 for me was eating Marisa’s pussy and especially her knobby little clitty. I ate her to two leg-shaking, rocking, and rollicking orgasms.

Round 3 was when, at the suggestion of Carol, I fingered, ate, and fucked Susan. Carol mentioned that Susan needed to blow away the cobwebs of a crummy ex-boyfriend. And I did my best to help her do just that! I finished by fucking Susan doggie style on the couch. I loved the pitch, roll, and bounce of her firm, fleshy ass.

My personal round 4 took place deep in the night as Jennie gave me a blowjob and Susan did the same for Robert as we both sat on the couch smoking cigarettes. I know smoking is as unhealthy as all fuck! But sometimes, you’ve just got to live!

And, believe it or not, all three of us guys kept it a secret. Although of course we were highly motivated to do just that!

Robert actually got a regular girlfriend early in the Summer. Stu tried to date between the teachers but actually spent most of his time with Jennie and the otherwise shy Susan.

Myself, yes, you may have guessed it. I hooked up with Carol. Numerous times she told me, you know I’m going to eventually meet someone my own age, right? But even the first month of college I was coming back most weekends for some first-rate fucking and sucking. And then, she did meet someone. And it did hurt, but she had taught me a hell of a lot.

1991 doesn’t seem that long ago, even though it’s been twenty-nine years!

I occasionally tell my sons, be open to a girl a couple of years older than yourself. Of course, they’re going to have to find their own way.

My wife Tracy knows about Carol. In fact, we met her at an outside venue before the live music began. Tracy was cool and self-possessed, casually finishing a sip of ice tea and shaking Carol’s hand.

And Carol’s still a lovely woman, and believe it or not, in her early to mid-sixties.

My Tracy is herself in her early forties. She likes to whisper stories to me of supposed bad-girl sex she used to have, and I’m guessing maybe about a third of it is true. But that there — is a story for another time. 🙂

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* I have changed two and only two of the first names, but you guess which ones!

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