So around my final year of high school I had begun a quest. I had begun a quest to fuck a teacher! All my life that has been sort of a fantasy of mine. Right up there with, have a 3 some (MFF) and fuck a video vixen. Both of which I would probably fail horribly at and premature ejaculate before I even got my dick out of my pants. So fucking a teacher seemed much more practical. I always pictured it would happened just like in the porn movies:
[insert daydreaming cloud and pixie dust sound effect here]
I’d be the star football player of my high school. But oh no! I had a big algebra test coming up that I had to pass, in order to play in the big game Friday. But everybody knows I don’t stand a chance at passing that algebra exam. Shucks! But wait! Mrs. Jenkins my 5th period algebra teacher, who oddly has huge fake boobs, butt implants, resembles a black Pam Anderson and her daily wardrobe consist of short skirts and two sizes to small button ups, with no bra. Offers to tutor me after class. But during our tutoring session she realizes that there’s no chance I’m going to pass the exam. I’m just to stupid. HOWEVER, there is another way I could earn that much-needed A. See Mrs. Jenkins is going through a divorce and her husband hasn’t fucked her in 3 months. So if I agree to let her practice fertilizing my seeds than I can be sure I’ll get an A on that exam.
Yeah fucking right! And OJ’s innocent. Although my quest did not end like I had always pictured it, it also did not end in failure. See that year I fucked not just one teacher but two! Well sorta, but let me explain.
Let me clarify for you first. When I say “quest” that is pretty much for effect. Although the definition of quest is “the act of searching for something” and that is precisely what I was doing. The word just always sounds like some “Indiana Jones finding the hidden temple kinda shit”. Where your dedicated to this quest and that’s all you eat, sleep and breath. When this was actually not the case. Yeah I wanted to fuck a teacher but that didn’t mean I was devoting my whole sex life to it at the time.
I knew I would have no chance of actually fucking one of my own teachers and I couldn’t go just start hanging out in high school parking lots all over the city. So I turned to my best friend and worst enemy, The Internet. Every time I would get online looking for normal hook ups, (If you consider 200 pound low self-esteem girls normal) I would always make it a point to do an “occupation search” on all my favorite hook up sites. I even became a regular in a Yahoo chat room that was mainly for teachers to rant about underachievers and compare stories about how dumb their classes were. I met a lot of teachers all of them sniffing out my bullshit and subtle advances at sex from a mile away and quickly chastising me as if I was one of their students. Then I realized this is what they do for a living. They sniff out bullshit. It would be impossible for me to beat them at their own game. It was like trying to beat one of those little Indian kids in a spelling bee. Or trying to battle an Asian in Pokemon cards. It just wasn’t going to happen. So I tried a different approach. I thought I would be blunt and honest as possible, because there was no way around a teachers superhero-like power of sniffing out full of shit teenagers.
My new plan was very lazy and poorly thought through. It basically consisted of me spamming the chat room for a few hours a week with stuff like:
Hi I’m black I’m 18/19 and I want to fuck a teacher. Or
Hey who has a hungry vagina today? Because Clark Bar is on the menu.
This tactic did not go over well in the chat. Many times it would end with me being booted or all the teachers just ganging up on me talking shit and teachers can be very hateful. Don’t let their perky attitudes fool you. I once had a male teacher IM me and call me a nigger 100 times, than threaten to dirty bomb my parents house. I blew it off at first until “shit got real” and a mysterious teacher with a fake picture IM’ed me moments later and wanted my address so she could “pick me up”. Yeah right, that crazy motherfucker just might have been serious.
Well with lots of trial and error and a few months later. I had been in contact with 2 potential teacher fucks. Both were too scared to show me photos. (even though I was not a minor) but both showed their interest in wanting to fuck me. Not because they had this thing for fucking a student but merely because they were just horny old bitches that liked dick. Which was perfectly fine with me.
The first teacher that I met up with was Ms.Booth. Booth had a first name that she preferred I call her by. But I have no fucking idea what it was. I insisted on calling her Ms.Booth. This was my fantasy and I was gonna live it like the fuck I wanted. Besides if I call her by her first name than there’s really no sense of fucking a teacher. I met her at her house one weekend. She stayed about an hour and a half from my place, but I would have driven through a mine field in Afghanistan for some teacher twat. Most of our online conversations were pretty brief and she made it clear that this was not a sexual encounter. Which meant nothing to me because, if it came down to it I’d just go into the bathroom, jackoff to her dirty panties and cum on her tooth-brush. When I get to her house it was pretty big, a single family home but she wasn’t married and had no kids.
She was a white lady in her 30′s, brown short hair, unattractive, out of shape, and came off as just a lonely dull lady. She looked boring, like the kinda person who knits in their spare time or does scrapbooks on the weekend. She had jeans on which was a big turn off considering you never see a teacher in jeans. (Probably should have accessed the dress code prior to arriving.) However she did boast that oh so popular “teachers-hump”. Her house looked like it was decorated by the golden girls. It didn’t have a speck of modernness to it. One wall was dedicated to her students art work, which fucking sucked, I might add. She taught early elementary which was also kind of disappointing. I always pictured myself doing a high school teacher. An elementary teacher is nothing more than a glorified babysitter.
I’m contemplating in my head is this really going to feel like I am fucking a teacher. I mean yeah; she’s a teacher, but she has no sexy teachers glasses or no perky attitude. I would be doing her a bigger favor by fucking her than she would by fucking me. Unless she thought because I was black I’d have some Mandingo dick in which case she would be sadly mistaken.
We sat down and started to talk. I am still referring to her as Ms.Booth when she tells me I can call her by her first name and I angrily reply “NO THANK YOU! MS.BOOTH” she gets the point. So I make the first move on her and start massaging her shoulders. She seems uncomfortable at first, but after while she loosens up. I wait for her to make the next move but nothing happens. So I guess ill have to do everything. It’s like I’m now trying to seduce a 30-year-old nun. I started kissing her on her neck and she likes it. I know she likes it because then she turns around and starts aggressively making out with me. The make session is not kosher at all. She’s basically swallowing my face. But hey, I am now making out with a teacher! She leans me back and starts dry humping me. Kinda weird but hey it’s the appetizer. So the simultaneous kissing and dry humping continues for much longer than a normal 18/19 year old would allow it to last. Then I finally asked her “Why don’t you direct a few of those kisses between my hips” She smiled and made her way down there.
The blow job was similar to that of a retarded Parkinson’s patient, I imagined. She fumbled around it and tried different unpleasing methods like she never had a dick in her mouth before. When every body knows white woman were practically born with dicks in their mouth. Anyways, I got tired of bullshitting around with her and her lackluster attempt at fellatio, so I told her to just stick her tongue out and close her eyes. Sadly The student has now become the teacher. So much for my teacher fantasy. I started jacking off rapidly, like freeing the slaves depended on me busting a nut. She’s still sitting there mouth open, tongue out, eyes close and muttering an occasional don’t come in my mouth. Which is fine with me, I always honor location request for my semen. But remember I was beating off for the slaves, I had to free the damn slaves! I could feel myself winding up for a huge pancake-batter-type load. I was jacking off so determined and so fast by the time I realized it the cum was at the tip of my dick, there was no turning back now. My precision aim was lost and my semen was on a crash course with her esophagus. Then SPLOOG! Next thing I know, I open my eyes and to my surprise I missed her mouth…well sorta. I landed an 8-tier-helping of baby batter right at the edge of her mouth. About 70% on her cheek and the remaining 30 in her mouth.
“Oops.” I tried to play it off like it wasn’t a big deal, but she got up very angry and stomped her feet all the way into the bathroom. I couldn’t help but to think wow, that’s not very mature of her she’s a teacher for fucks sake. I didn’t bother putting my pants on because I will still under the impression that we were gonna fuck. So I’m sitting on her ottoman, pants and boxers at my ankles, bottom of my shirt soaked from her poor attempt at oral and I am trying to look relaxed and nonchalant as possible, but I am failing horribly. She returns to the living room with a semen-free face. She looks at me and double takes. Then we have this brief conversation: (keep in mind she is a teacher and at this point she is chastising me as if I’m a student)
Me: Soooo…everything good? (in my most concerned tone)
Ms.B: Yes, Marcus I’m fine but we need to talk about something.
Ms.B: See Marcus I did this for you because I thought you were a good person. Yet, I ask you one request and you blatantly defy it.
Ms.B: Wait let me finish Marcus. If someone ask you not to do something so serious, than you should honor that persons request. What if I was allergic to semen? (Then I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t exist, but if you were allergic, you would be safer doing lines of Anthrax than you would playing Russian Roulette with random cum filled dicks. But I’m not a teacher)
Me: Should I pull my pants up?
Ms.B: Yes, but back to what I was saying….
She went on with this “honor people’s wishes” mumbo jumbo for the next 30 minutes. I stayed and pretended to listen the whole time in hopes that she might actually have a change of heart and let me fuck her. But this was not the case. I had to face the music: I had driven over an hour on a weekend to fulfill one of my all time fantasies of fucking a teacher. But instead I got dry humped, a less than pleasurable blow job, and a grade school level lecture. All by a weird middle-aged glorified baby sister. (FML)
But there was still hope. Not with Ms.Booth but another teacher that seemed interest and she was quiet the freak!
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