After my last blog post I was asked to write about any sexual experiences I've had with older men, preferrably teachers, and I happen to have a very fun story that perfectly fits both of these requirements! I first me Mr. M when I was a senior in high school. He taught AP Calculus, and even though he was well over 30 years my senior I was completly smitten. Being 17 however, I refrained from ever making the slightest act on my feelings. I didn't want there to be any possibility of him getting in trouble for consorting with a minor, my desires not being selfish enough to risk him losing his job and causing my family any due stress.
Flash forward to November of last year, when I visited my old high school to coordinate class observation hours for my pre-credential work (I'm currently working on becoming a Social Studies teacher). After speaking with the necessary officials I found that I had a lot of time on my hands, so I decided to stop by Mr. M's class to catch up. It became all too clear to me that while 4 years had passed I still desired him as much as I had back when I was young, and at 21 there was no reason for me to keep these feelings pent up any longer. I have to admit that I was embarrasingly transparent during our chat in making my desires known, but luckily for me he shared these desires.
After the students who hung out in his classroom left for their classes, Mr. M informed me that he currently had a free period, then causally walked over to the door and locked it so we would not be caught performing the acts that followed. I could tell he was slightly uncertain as how to start things, so I decided to make the first move, drawing close to him, entwining my fingers in his salt-and-pepper hair, and giving him a passionate kiss. As I moaned in pleasure it was as if the wall holding back his desires burst, and he responded with a ferocity that drove me wild. Quickly removing our clothes, I found myself clad in only my black silk bra and matching crotchless panties (I may have came to the school expecting us to have some fun
), and after he removed his clothes, he turned me around and almost forcibly bent me over his desk.
I expected him to begin fucking me at once, but I was instead surprised by the sharp smack of a ruler across my ass, causing me to gasp from the mixed pain and pleasure (he told me later that he felt the need to punish me for teasing him for so long. I'm not complaining one bit). He was relentless in his workings, not stopping until my ass and thighs were beet red and I was almost in tears from trying to not cry out loud (after all, there was a class in session right next door). Luckily he seemed to know that I was at my limit, and finally plunged his now rock hard cock into my now sopping wet pussy. He pounded into me with long, powerful strokes, bringing me to orgasm four times before he finally came as well, filling me with his hot, sweet cum. It took me several moments to recover enough to clean myself and put on my clothes, wincing every time the fabric of my skirt brushed against my sore backside. We continued to chat for the few minutes left til the class period was over (thank the Gods for 2-hour block schedules!) and after one last scorching kiss I promised to definitely stop by and visit again. While we only had one more sexual romp together before deciding we were better off as friends, I left the experience with a better appreciation of the experience of a more mature lover.
Sorry for such a long post, I hope it was a worthwhile enough read!
Flash forward to November of last year, when I visited my old high school to coordinate class observation hours for my pre-credential work (I'm currently working on becoming a Social Studies teacher). After speaking with the necessary officials I found that I had a lot of time on my hands, so I decided to stop by Mr. M's class to catch up. It became all too clear to me that while 4 years had passed I still desired him as much as I had back when I was young, and at 21 there was no reason for me to keep these feelings pent up any longer. I have to admit that I was embarrasingly transparent during our chat in making my desires known, but luckily for me he shared these desires.
After the students who hung out in his classroom left for their classes, Mr. M informed me that he currently had a free period, then causally walked over to the door and locked it so we would not be caught performing the acts that followed. I could tell he was slightly uncertain as how to start things, so I decided to make the first move, drawing close to him, entwining my fingers in his salt-and-pepper hair, and giving him a passionate kiss. As I moaned in pleasure it was as if the wall holding back his desires burst, and he responded with a ferocity that drove me wild. Quickly removing our clothes, I found myself clad in only my black silk bra and matching crotchless panties (I may have came to the school expecting us to have some fun
), and after he removed his clothes, he turned me around and almost forcibly bent me over his desk.I expected him to begin fucking me at once, but I was instead surprised by the sharp smack of a ruler across my ass, causing me to gasp from the mixed pain and pleasure (he told me later that he felt the need to punish me for teasing him for so long. I'm not complaining one bit). He was relentless in his workings, not stopping until my ass and thighs were beet red and I was almost in tears from trying to not cry out loud (after all, there was a class in session right next door). Luckily he seemed to know that I was at my limit, and finally plunged his now rock hard cock into my now sopping wet pussy. He pounded into me with long, powerful strokes, bringing me to orgasm four times before he finally came as well, filling me with his hot, sweet cum. It took me several moments to recover enough to clean myself and put on my clothes, wincing every time the fabric of my skirt brushed against my sore backside. We continued to chat for the few minutes left til the class period was over (thank the Gods for 2-hour block schedules!) and after one last scorching kiss I promised to definitely stop by and visit again. While we only had one more sexual romp together before deciding we were better off as friends, I left the experience with a better appreciation of the experience of a more mature lover.
Sorry for such a long post, I hope it was a worthwhile enough read!
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