My 11th grade English Teacher is a black cock slut
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Sally Harris was an English teacher in the local public high school. She was 45 years old and somewhat plain looking. She was not ugly by no means but she was not what you would call gorgeous, either. She was 5’ 6? tall and was slightly overweight but still decent looking. The most noticeable quality that Sally Harris had was her breats. They were much larger than normal. In fact they were very large and most of the guys in school noticed it. She was devoted to her teaching and was convinced...
London-Middlesex Board of Education Building, London, Ontario 9:05am, Saturday, October 6, 1979 “Bertha McGregory! Long time, no see!” Mr. Williamson said as the new vice-principal of Timmins High School walked into the conference at the L-M Board of Education Building on Hyde Park Road. “We missed you at our last planning session in August.” “Good to see you, TR,” Paul’s and Cathy’s mother said to Medway’s vice-principal and now NIS administrator colleague. “I had a tough call to make at...
The English Teacher By Katherine Day (Copyright 2008 by Katherine Day) Chapter One To the students, I was known as Miss Enright, although all of my friends called me "Katie." What virtually no one knew, my parents had called me "Kevin." Yes, that's right. I was Kevin until I was 22 years old, and then after spending most of my childhood and early youth trying vainly to be a boy and then I man, I began living as a woman. By the...
My name is Patrick and I was seventeen when I fucked and had an affair with my married thirty-six-year-old teacher, Mrs. Jennings. I am fifty-five now so all this took place in the early eighties.When I was seventeen I was an arrogant, cocky kid and I thought I had a right to be. I was very good looking with a well-built body that I kept in shape with weights, running, sit-ups, pushups, and other exercises. At seventeen I stood six feet two inches tall, well-defined muscles but not overly...
TrueOne day my English Teacher, called me aside after class one day. “I’d like you to come around to my house this afternoon, after school Dave,” she told me, “to go over your setwork. I can see you are battling with Shakespeare, and don’t fully understand Hamlet. I’ll go over it with you. I’ll see you there at about four, okay?” I agreed, and continued with my school day. After school, I went home, changed into jeans and a t-shirt, and set off to her house, which was only a few blocks away. I got...
The English TeacherIt was Friday afternoon, and Miss Bright waswalking to her car when Joe Phillips, the coach andvice-principal stopped her. "Mary," he said, "I haveto talk to you. Perhaps we should talk in my car." Seeing a puzzled look on her face, he added, "Itconcerns your contract for next year." That got herattention. As vice-principal, "Coach" oftendropped into her classroom to observe her teaching;she had three seventh grade and three eighth gradeEnglish classes, no, "Language...
- - THE ENGLISH TEACHER - -“kavita? Come in.”kavita’s head snapped up at the sound of Mr. khan, the senior English teacher’s, voice. She had been leaning outside his door in the chilly winter air for a good twenty minutes after school; only ten minutes ago she caught Allison Tapping leaving for home and asked to borrow her black felt coat and purple scarf for the rest of the day.“I’ll bring it back tomorrow,” she had promised.Allison had removed her coat and scarf and handed it to kavita with a...
I’ve never gotten along with girls my age. All my luck has been with older women. I’ve always carried myself a lot like an older man – a gentleman and I dress more mature than guys my age. I always have. Not to mention my immense size – over 6 foot 3 when I was in high school and my strong work ethic. Perhaps older women are attracted to me because I’m so responsible and knowledgeable? I’ve even been told by my college professors “you remind me of my X-husband” or “you remind me of my...
Medway High School, Arva, Ontario 4:12pm, Friday, October 19, 1979 “Okay, guys, I want to diagram a couple of new formations. I think they will work against these bigger guys,” Coach St. Georges said at half time of our game against Parkside Collegiate. The score was 10-8 for the Stampeders as Adam Peawtrowski made a 34-yard field goal, while our kicker, Matt Connell, missed a 28-yarder with us picking that single or ‘rouge’ point when the kick went out the back of the large...
The next day, Mama, Uncle Bunny, Dad, and I teed off at ten thirty. Jane and Grace had joined another twosome right behind us. The twosome was made up of two younger girls. I had seen one of them at the pool before, a brunette about my age, who was about average height, with small breasts, and hips just a little wider than normal. She had worn a bikini at the pool, and she looked a little bit pear shaped in it. I'd never seen the other girl though. She too was a brunette, with hair on the...
As I had expected, I had difficulty going to sleep Monday night. At one in the morning, I heard Grace and Jane coming up the stairs. They certainly weren't taking any pains to be quiet. The two of them came right into my room, without even knocking. I closed my eyes and pretended to be sleeping. "Kenny! Wake up!" This was Grace screaming out her drunken whisper. "I already am awake. Why are you two coming into my room like this?" "We needed to ask you something." This was from Jane....
Revenge of the English TeacherThis story is a sequel to my other story, The English Teacher. Jodi has just gotten back from her trials at the mall and strip club. Now she has some ideas of her own.The English Teacher Part II: The English Teacher?s RevengeJodi called in sick for work the next morning. After the boys had kept her out so late, she needed to spend most of the next day resting. She was really too excited to sleep. The whole experience had turned her on and resulted in a sexual...
After reading all these peoples real life story, I thought why not share my story with the friends outside .Well I tell only the truth and nothing but the truth. I am a 18 year old boy who lives in style. I have a muscular body and a very sex appealing look. It was with my teachers, chemistry, English, accounts and last but not least my computer teacher. Yes in my life I had teachers teaching me sex. But today I will only tell the story of my first encounter with my English teacher named Momina...
One day at school, I must have been about in the final year of school. I walked into my English class and saw this amazing beautiful woman sitting at the teachers desk. Not my regular english teacher. Apparantly he had an accident and this was a supply teacher.She sat there, she was about 35-36, with short brown hair, gorgeous body and dressed like an old school librarian. Cream coloured wooly jumper, long brown skirt, brown tights and a pair of short heeled shoes.I sat down and luckily it was...
Hi friends this is Karan from Delhi. I am 21 yrs of age. I am 6 ft well built, wheatish complexion, brown hair and quite handsome. Today I am going to tell u that happened to me recently. From the very beginning I was always attracted to sexy Aunties as they develop flesh at right places to get a good look after their marriage. The story I am going to tell u is about my English teacher- Shilpa (name changed).I first saw her when I was in Sixth class. She was appointed as our English Teacher. My...
I groaned softly arching in my bed as a beautiful brunette bounced ontop of my pulsing cock. Her hair was in my face so i couldn't really make out her face but i didn't care. Her creamy white skin was enough for me. We had been fucking for atleast 20 minutes straight and i was starting to feel the tightening in my balls, but just as i was about to cum, the brunette slowed her bouncing till she was only gliding her hips over me. Her pussy gyrating my hardness deep within her. I moaned...
"Paxton, I going to kiss you." I told my English teacher."I'm not going to stop you." He grinned. I put my hands on the sides of his face and pulled him toward me. I kissed him hard, I pushed my tongue through his lips and massaged his tongue with mine. * It was a cold December evening in North Dakota, I had just gotten off work at our local grocery store. I only lived about a block away from the store, so I didn't think it would be to terrible to walk home that night. I heard a vehicle...
Straight Sexlost my virginity to my english teacher i am in love with my English teacher, she always wears a short black skirt, white blouse, clear stockings and black stiletto shoes, she has the hair in a pony tail, has lovely blue eyes and always has her top buttons undone on her, blouse i sit in front of her, i am always looking down her top at her sexy bras. anyways its a right its my last lesson of the day and its with my English teacher, she sits in front of me, i look down her top shes wearing a...
InterracialHi, my name is Tim Donehy. I discovered my special gift when I was 10 and I measured my cock at eleven inches erect! I'm now eighteen years-old and my dong has expanded to over fifteen inches in length and nearly 10 inches in girth (that's a little over three inches wides, ie : larger than a can of Coke). Not only is my dick massive, but, through an intense bodybuilding programme I started when I was ten-years old in order to build up my muscular mass, it is absolutely rock-hard when erect,...
HI this from JAIPUR. This time I would like to share one of my experiences with my English teacher, and her name was TINA. This happened once when was I was studying in school in 12th class in Jaipur. I had chosen English as my first language in 12th class. By that time I already started to notice my teachers. Although I found many teachers sexy, I found Tina teacher the sexiest. She was medium in height she was 26, but she had a very beautiful face and a pair of sexy boobs. I had begun to...
Mrs. Smith saw the amazement of the Mike through his eyes. Without saying any word she gave the pencil back to Mike. Mike was not like the boys of his age. He always gets concentrated with his studies. That was a special new feeling to him. He was not attracted to a woman before. Although it is his teacher he could not be able to resist the feeling on his mind. After the class Mrs. Smith went back to the staff room. She was thinking why his best student looked at her in that way. In the...
THE EIGHTH GRADE SCIENCE TEACHERThis story is true and reflects every detail that I can recall. The next encounter with Beverly was equally unbelievable. More to follow. I was taking a huge risk of getting caught speeding and another with the wintry conditions of the road, but I had promised my wife that I would make it home in time for the Parent Teacher conference for my stepson. As we mingled with the hundreds of parents, clutching the schedule, searching the halls for the room number, and...
Hey guys this is my first story posting here. Hope u all might like it. To tell about myself, I’m Manish, 21 yrs old, fair, 5 foot 8 inch and a bi sexual. This story is about fucking my English teacher during my coll days. Her name is kavitha, fair complexion, 5 foot 5 inch, around 30 yrs of age, divorcee and perfect aunty with big ass and big tits.She taught us English during my first yr of my engineering. She used to be jovial in class and free to talk with any boys. Our class had only 3...
Hey guys this is my second story posting here. Hope u all might like it. To tell about myself, I’m Manish, 21 yrs old, fair, 5 foot 8 inch and a bi sexual. This story is about fucking my English teacher during my coll days. Her name is kavitha, fair complexion, 5 foot 5 inch, around 30 yrs of age, divorcee and perfect aunty with big ass and big tits. She taught us English during my first yr of my engineering. She used to be jovial in class and free to talk with any boys. Our class had only 3...
Hi I am nishant jain , me 31yrs, 5 fit 5’lamba hu , mota hu kamar 32 ‘he .mera land 8” mota he , pahli bar mere life ki sachi ghatana share kar raha hu . Jab me 10 th me tha tab meri ak nai teacher nisha jain jo ki English padati thi , jiski age 23 yrs thi mujhe vo badi sexy lagti thi use dekh kar mera land khada ho jata tha uska size 36-24-36 tha jo mujhe suru se hi pasand thi ,uska rang saf tha ,mujhe hamesha hi ladki ho chahe orat vo kisi bhi age ki kyona ho uska figer or per dekh kar sex...
Introduction: any girl 15-20 email me I was anxiously waiting alone in the house, pacing around the living room, watching out the window for him to come. I was nervous and confused and had no idea what this was about. What could my old English teacher possibly want? He was inviting me to coffee, and I wanted to know why. I was afraid that my crush for him would show, that I would be unable to act naturally, that he would discover the secret I had hidden from him all through his classes in my...
Hi guys am a lover of iss since very long time always felt like dropping my stories but never had the time or excitement to do it . I don’t know why today at this moment I felt like doing it. Do not expect too much its most of emotion involved; very sorry in advance if disappointed. I hail from Hyderabad India, when this happened I was in my 12th class, am an average guy, very jovial, medium built and a bit darker side with a medium sized dick. When people boast their size I don’t understand,...
This story is based on my personal experience. It is my first written story. Please be gentle. My friend Susurrus was so kind to help me to translate my story from German into English. * Where were you? Or, where were you as it happened? These are the most common questions asked when a world-shaking event has taken place. There have been several, such as the raising of the Berlin Wall, the assassination of President Kennedy, the first lunar landing, the fall of the Berlin Wall. I didn’t see...
“Hurry up! Or you’ll be late for school!” I roused myself from my deep slumber and wiped the sleep from my eyes. The rising sun cast a warm beam of light onto my blanket, warming me, and tempting me to drift back to sleep. To keep myself awake, I yelled back. “You tell me this every day, and yet I’ve never been late!” “That’s because I tell you every day!” I pulled off my blankets and stood up, completely naked. I went into the adjoining bathroom, and quickly took a shower, letting...
The Aeolian Hall, London, Ontario 8:07pm, Friday, October 5, 1979 “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! London!” I cried out at the thunderous standing ovation from a packed out crowd of four-hundred and twenty-two at The Aeolian Hall after we finished our opening song, Crazy Train. We were told before we went on stage that the Hall’s management decided to remove the chairs, and their normal assigned seating arrangement from the main floor on Thursday in order to allow another forty people into...
Robertson’s Jacuzzi 11:44pm, Friday, October 5, 1979 I enjoyed watching the girls kiss and splash beside me, and used that time to ‘off my boxers’ and toss them to the wooden porch floor. As the three intertwined girls settled down slightly on the lounger, I slowly pushed my naked butt up and out of the water and sat on the corner edge of the Jacuzzi to cool off a little. “You can’t cool-down, Cuda! Your beautiful cock has just gotten up!” Sammy laughed as she spotted me and my skyward...
Downtown London, Ontario 8:22pm, Saturday, October 6, 1979 “I almost forgot how much I loved Mario’s panzerottis,” Paul said as he rubbed his stomach after he and Sammy walked back to the Hilton Hotel from Mario’s Pizza Place on Clarence Street in downtown London. “I’d never met, or even knew Cuda’s sister worked there,” Sammy stated as they waited for the walk signal King and Wellington. “Yeah, she’s been there for ‘bout two years now. It was always nice to go in there and get a half...
Nevin’s House, Bryanston, Ontario 5:45pm, Monday, October 15, 1979 “Hello, this is Mike,” I said after I took the phone from my mom’s hand in the main entrance way. “Hey, Mike! You don’t know me but I’m sure hoping to meet you on Friday at our football game at Medway. My name is Todd, Todd Daymend, and I’m the starting quarterback for...” “The Parkside Stampeders. Hey, Todd, and to what do I owe the pleasure of this much unexpected but welcomed call from our upcoming opponent’s starting...
I’ve put together web-links for The Aoeline Hall concert, and all the chapter title songs that I’ve included in this 4th Book of The Energists series. I am not including a web-links for the chapter songs that I have already included in the ‘concert playlist’ for The Aoeline Hall concert. If I used some special videos of a song to help with writing this story, I will include them. I’ve also included any ‘extra songs’ in this book, such as: Running with the Devil, Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap,...
When we got back home, I phoned Uncle Bunny at his office number. I told him about Jane and Grace, making it a special point to tell him how much Grace's personality reminded me of Bea's. I told him that the girls both needed summer jobs, and that I had told them about us needing drivers for the construction site. "Kenny, I can't just hire people without knowing anything about them, or their qualifications. These are responsible positions, we'll need responsible people to fill them....
"What do you think of us now? Do you still want to be our friend?" All I could do was nod my head up and down, letting her know that I still did. Grace looked down at Jane's head and began caressing it, lovingly, satisfied, for the moment at least, and giving herself over to the pleasure of their shared intimacy. I waited a few moments, watching the two of them together, before getting up and taking off for the bedroom. I called Gerta, asking her if it would be too much trouble for her if...
The next ten days passed quickly. Mama and I played golf on the next Saturday, and I played with both of my parents, and Uncle Bunny, on Sunday. I didn't talk to anyone about my dream, but it was troubling me a little. I kept thinking about how near I'd come to actually seeing my mother's face. It didn't occur to me that it was simply a dream, unconnected with any reality. I started thinking more and more about the woman who was my birth mother. I'd never admitted it before, but I had...
What Dad had said to me was pretty surprising, but it didn't change anything, not as far as my thinking went. I recognized the strong feelings I had for Brenda, but it wasn't enough. I understood Uncle Bunny's attraction to Mrs. Connor, and I believed what Dad had said about Mama wanting Brenda as part of Uncle Bunny's family. I knew it wouldn't work, Brenda and me, the same way that Uncle Bunny knew it wouldn't work with Mrs. Connor. Mother and daughter both had the same problem. What...
I was sitting on my bed, trying to decide if I should make the call to Brenda or not. It was almost certainly going to be the kind of call where we would end up fighting. I didn't want to fight with her. If she told me she hadn't had sex with Darryl, I was going to get mad. If she told me she had, I was going to get mad. Whenever I ended up getting mad, Brenda got mad too. I decided to hold off on calling her until I had time to figure out a way to talk to her about the Darryl situation,...
Saturday morning we all played golf, splitting up first into two threesomes. I played with both my parents, while Uncle Bunny played with Grace and Jane. We went first, and were working on our second round of drinks in the restaurant, before they finally finished up and joined us. Uncle Bunny had made a thirty foot putt on the eighteenth green, to break ninety for the first time in his life. He was still hitting his driver very well. We all had a nice lunch, with everyone seeming in good...
"I don't think I'll even need to convince her. After she finds out that we did it, she's going to want me to tell her all about it. When I tell her I did it with you, she'll want to do it with you too. That's what happened with Darryl." I listened as my mind played back to me everything Brenda had just said. Was Brenda saying that Emily had screwed Darryl too? I tried not to let my surprise show on my face. I was also trying to come up with some response that would keep her talking,...
When Hans pulled the limo up in front of the circular driveway, Emily and Brenda stepped out of the back of it, wearing identical skirts and blouses. Even their shoes were matched. It was only ten minutes before dinner time when they finally arrived at my house. It has always been hard for me to explain the sense of awe that would strike me each time I saw Brenda again. Her looks were absolutely stunning, but for me it was a quality she had that was more than looks. I've only seen the same...
The next morning, Mama did get up, and went with Hans, traveling to the bank in Bolling, to sign the papers guaranteeing the forty million dollar operating line for the new acquisition. She looked tired, and very fragile, but she went to do what needed doing. Uncle Bunny had already been asked to fill in for her at the meeting with the construction company people. These were the people hired to build the lodge needed to house all the golf camp students. Mama had made complete notes about...
The next morning, Mama awoke, feeling better, but still weak. She stayed in bed, but received visitors all day. Gerta was usually hovering nearby, always with some small treat in her hand, either a liquid, or something more substantial, trying to get Mama to replace the weight she had lost from her latest bout with depression. When I was in with Mama, I could see that something was troubling her. It had to be something concerning me, because of the way she'd stare at me. She looked like she...
This whole mess with Grace and Jane was fast becoming a problem for me. Dad was right. We already had enough to worry about without getting involved in their mess. I regretted telling Mama that I'd talk to Jane about Elizabeth taking Bea's room. I was now caught in the middle of their disagreement. I went upstairs and dialed Jane's number. "Jane, it's Kenny. Mama told me you were planning to stay in Bea's old room for awhile. You can't." "Your mom already said I could. All my stuff...
"No, Georgia is my half sister, mine and Bunny's. My father made Georgia's mother pregnant. It was after my mother learned of this that she drowned herself." When Mama told me this, I couldn't have been more shocked. I had a lot of questions, but I didn't really know how to ask any of them. Mama had told me she was fourteen years old when her mother died. Mrs. Connor was only a year or two younger than Mama and Uncle Bunny. Mama said she felt guilty about her mother's death, and Uncle...
We flew up to Omaha early the next morning. Mama had gotten up early too, to see us off, and she made it a point to tell me that she was having Brenda and Mrs. Connor come over for lunch later that day. I guess she wanted me to know that she was already working on taking care of what I had asked her to do, as far as changing Brenda's behavior. We got into the office up in Omaha right before nine o'clock. Dad told me that he had a full morning of meetings with production people, and he told...
Surprisingly, once I stopped fretting over my relationship with Brenda, I was able to feel relaxed around her again. After dinner we all sat in the library, talking about money. I excused myself long enough to go in the kitchen and visit with Gerta and Hans. Gerta told me that Grace and Jane had driven to Bolling for the weekend, and that Mama had given them the keys to the apartment my parents kept there. For some reason, this seemed to upset both Gerta and Hans, and I didn't know why....
"I'd rather go back to the orphanage to live, than spend another five minutes here, discussing Brenda. Maybe that's what you need to do, Mama, send me back, and go find another boy, one who would be happy to start all over again with Brenda." I stood up from the table then, asking to be excused, and half ran, half walked, to the front door. I heard Dad calling after me, and I heard my mother, angrily yelling at me, demanding that I come back, so she could finish discussing this with me....
Sister Clara would have to talk to me. When I opened the front door to go inside, the entrance way was empty. I remembered then it was Thursday, and all the boys old enough were at the school, and the younger ones were in the nursery. I didn't want to try Mother Superior's office, so I went over to the kitchen to say hello to Marie. I found her there, trying to clean up the mess left over from that morning's breakfast. She was happy to see me, and gave me a hug. When I started working in...
On the drive back to the house, my head was awash with thoughts and worries. I also felt a deep anger, one that was somewhat irrational, because my mother really hadn't known that I would pick that particular day to step back into her life. What wasn't irrational, was the anger I felt from knowing that both she and my grandmother had purposely abandoned me in a greedy bid for some undeserved insurance money. They had scammed an insurance carrier by purposely switching my identity with that...
We drove home again in silence. I was upset with myself for fleeing the Coulter house, but, at the same time, vastly relieved not to still be there. It was obvious to me that Anne Coulter had serious problems. It seemed obvious also, that the drinking was more a symptom of her problems, rather than the actual problem. She was still a relatively young woman. "Dad, can we drive over to Uncle Bunny's office? I need to see him about the Coulter's." "Maybe you should take a few days to...
On Tuesday, we flew up to Omaha for a meeting with the company that was making our vending machines. It was the owner, his son, Dad and me, and Virginia and her dad. I was the youngest one there. Mr. Lucas was good friends with Mr. Tanner, the owner of the vending machine company. They went back a long ways together. We were having lunch, and Dad was letting Mr. Lucas represent the company as far as negotiating for new machines. We were hoping to order six thousand new machines. The last ones...
I was excited about the Chicago trip. I hadn't gotten out to do that many things, living at the orphanage, so I was really looking forward to all the things Mama and Dad were talking about. I can't say I was a big baseball fan, but the thought of actually seeing big league ball players playing, that was a thrill for me. I waited until five o'clock before phoning Shirley. I was a little nervous, even though she had invited me to call her. The phone only rang once before she picked it up...
We went to see the Cubs beat the Mets Friday afternoon. Dennis Eckersley was the starting and winning pitcher for the Cubs. It was their third win in a row, but they were still seven and a half games out of first place in their division. The game ended 2-1, and it wasn't as exciting as some other ones I'd seen on television, except that I was there in Wrigley Field watching this one. We had gotten over to the Tanner plant before eight o'clock. It was a lot smaller than I had thought it...
That night at dinner, all I paid attention to was Uncle Bunny. A few times, people said something to me, but I was too busy trying to see what Uncle Bunny had meant, to be able to respond well to their questions. I was afraid they'd think I was retarded or something. We were all together from seven o'clock until almost ten thirty. Mama let Dad present the full terms of their offer to David and Craig. Uncle Bunny was to be the liaison man with them, and the one who handled the funding for...
I was in my room at five thirty, getting myself ready to speak with Shirley. I was mentally rehearsing what I was going to say to her. I was undecided between the direct confession route, or the hypothetical question gambit. Both had merit, but either might accomplish what I most feared. I was afraid that Shirley was going to listen to what happened, then decide that I wasn't someone she wanted to be friends with. Just thinking about that happening had me sick with worry, and too paralyzed...
It was three o'clock in the afternoon on Friday when one of the John's from maintenance called upstairs to my father's secretary, looking for me. I was down on the loading docks, observing all the changes in the three o'clock route driver scramble. Now, each driver pulled into the yard and parked, handing his keys in to one of the warehousemen standing by. If there were product returns, a list of them was also given to the man taking the truck keys. It was slow at first, and very orderly,...