Living the dream. Fulfilling [M]y hot teacher [F]antasy years later.

Ms. S was the hottest teacher I ever had. I grew up in the 80s and 90s where all teachers looked like Mrs Garrett from facts of Life. Small Town school, we didn’t get new teachers ever. So I was seriously lacking of adolescent pre pubescent spank material from the teacher aisle. Van Halen was full of shit. And then, there was high school.

Freshman year came. My friends and I speculated on how the hot girls from middle would blossom and placed wagers on which Ally sheedy would go from morose unattractive weird chick to hottie from 8th to the big show. We even dared to dream that there may be a hot teacher and………there was.

In a world of Mrs doubtfires and Edith bunkers she was like Jayne fucking Mansfield. Tall but not too tall, thick but not fat. She was young, maybe early 30s. She had curly brown hair reminiscent of Jennifer Grey. Wire rimmed glasses accentuated her bright blue orbs, which were also set off by her persistent use of heavy eye make up. Many a lesson plan fell on deaf ears as many a Midwestern youth lost her words in the fantasy of watching her sultry lips move majestically. She had a real sense of style, I’ll give her that. Day in day out sauntering through the generic neutrally painted halls wearing skirts that hugged her ample hips. Every ominous second ticked by on the edge of our seats as it seemed all but certain that her rotund ass would burst the seam of her Macy’s skirt.
She tried in vain to conceal her breasts behind businessy blazers,much to her chagrin everyone in the class of 96 could hear her blazer buttons praying to whatever God’s blazer buttons pray to that they would be spared from exploding into Oblivion.
Freshman year she taught french. That wasn’t my bag, so Ms.S was relegated to spank bank files featuring many a detention scenario. Sophomore year and moving forward she taught English/ literature, those were areas where I excelled so we got close. Always professional but on the same level.

Ffwd ten years. I go to visit my family for the weekend. It so happened to be homecoming. I never much got into social heirarchy but I was informed that they converted an old neighborhood church into an artisan center of sorts. So being as I was in writing competitions in HS and I had a lot of my art displayed in the school I figured some of my old masterpieces would make an appearance. I show up with my best friend of 15 years. He’s in a hurry to get to the bar again not my thing. So I’m starting at this display with some of my old work on it and I hear a familiar voice say ” I always liked that one. You were always very adept with creating depth.”
I turn around and there’s Ms. S. She looks almost the same. Only her curly brown hair has a little grey. She has a few pounds in all the right places. “Oh shit, Ms. S” I say stunned. “Amy” she replies. For the next 45 mins we walk around the exhibit catching up, laughing, and exchanging creative endeavors.
My drunken baffoon friend interupts and says “let’s get to the bar.” She asked if that’s what I was going to do and I said I guess so. We hugged. She held on for an extra beat and as she pulled away she said it was good to see me.

Later at the bar we are hanging out and Amy walks in. We hung out. I bought her drinks. She asked if I wanted to go for a walk. We walked around town talking. But it got personal. About her divorce. Being lonely all that. She invited me to her place. She made coffee and asked if I wanted to hear an excerpt from one of her projects. It was erotica. Hearing my HS teacher say the things that she said instantly took me back. I started getting hard. She asked what I thought I said it was awesome. It made me horny and that I was shocked that she was capable of such wonderful depravity. She said I had no idea and put her hand on my leg. Staring into my eyes for a few longing seconds I leaned in and kissed her. I nearly exploded right there. I waited for a second to see her reaction. She started kissing me hard m with tongue. Saying it had been so long. She started taking off her clothes.

She unzipped my pants and started stroking me. I’m kissing all over her neck and told her how hot I thought she was. She asked if she could suck my cock. Saying it has been so long. I guided her head into my lap. She stopped for a second and then went to town. She engulfed me. Attacking like the fountain of youth was in my balls. I grabbed the back of her head and started fucking her mouth. If I was going to get the chance to do this I was going to make it memorable. Her heavy eye make up ran down her tanned cheeks. She choked and gagging spewing spit from the corners of her mouth. I kept waiting for her to tap my thighs for relief but she took it like a champ. When I couldn’t take anymore I pulled away. She gasped a cute little gasp of pleasure. Her face sloppy, her hair deshevelled. She said her pussy was so wet and put her finger in my mouth to prove it.
Then she licked my lips and said no one ever manhandled her like that.
We fucked for hours..
I ended up staying the weekend at her place.
All manner of degrading things occured.
The marquis desad would have blushed.
Details in my next post if you want more.

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