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Anything Goes
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Straight Male / 21
Fucked My French Teacher
When I was 14, our faculty changed and my new French teacher as someone I really didn’t like. She was ‘friendly’ to all the children, and everyone liked her cause she was younger so they felt they could relate to her more. I absolutely didn’t like her, I thought she was being fake and didn’t care enough to hide it. Soon after I started doing worse and worse in French. Not because I sucked at it, but because she would deliberately give me fewer marks. I know that because I matched my answers with the class nerd’s. For the same answer, the nerd got full and I got half marks.
Anyway, this went on for a bit and I grew colder and colder to her. Eventually, she called me out and told me I had to pull up my socks or I’d have to take extra classes. I didn’t know what to say. She was literally failing me because I hurt her ego or something.
Eventually, she did call up my parents and asked if they wanted her to take extra classes. Our school doesn’t have a detention or remedial program so she would have to take it at her apartment.
Anyhow, I reached her place, it was moderately nice.
Also, I forgot to tell you about the teacher, She was 26, French, her body looks like that of Priya Price (google it) except she wasn’t as toned. Her tits were quite big. Her ass was okay too.
I got in and she made me sit at the dining table. It looked like she was married. The class started, I was being myself, cold to her and just doing what she told me to. At that point she finally picked on it, she said that my attitude wasn’t right. She asked me why I acted that way only with her (other teachers must’ve told her that I’m normal and interactive with them). I didn’t know if I should say it or not, so I did. I told her that I don’t think she’s as charming as she purposely herself to be, and a bunch of other stuff. She took it quite literally and got real pissed. Then we continued to (try to) study. Then eventually she said that if this is How it’ll be then I don’t need the class and I could leave. I told her that I would if I could, but my parents would get real mad if I got home early. I was supposed to be there for 4 hours, it had been only 30 minutes. So she suggested that we just run the clock out and then I’m free. I agreed to that. She pointed at he sofa and said I could chill there till it was time. I complied.
She got a phone call and went to her room, I could hear crying and screaming. Now, I know I have my reasons for not liking her, but in my mind if she’s distressed or something, I should help. She came out wiping her tears and I asked if she was okay, she nodded and sat down at the table. I got up from the sofa and sat in the table too. I just said that as much as I don’t like her teaching side, if she had any problems she could tell me. I did this because the crying and screaming seemed a bit too worrying, it wasn’t a regular argument. She then explained that it was her ex-husband on the phone, who was arguing with her about some technicality of their divorce. I just gave a “it’s okay, it’ll get better” because I didn’t know what to do, I hadn’t been in such a situation before. And then I just patted her back, which felt awkward. Then, I asked her if she wanted to teach me, to take her mind off the drama. And right then and there, she taught me. But it wasn’t how she taught at school, it was different. Instead of trying to dumb it down for me or make it fun, she just explained all of it in a straightforward way. So after about 30 mins, she suggested we take a break, I told her she was a great teacher and that I was wrong about her. She seemed to like that I said that, but again she had bigger things to worry about.
Then, she sat down with a cup of coffee and I asked what was up, she explained that she was in an abusive relationship and that her ex husband wasn’t being kind to her in the divorce either. I felt terrible and I expressed it to her, I had really misjudged her. I constantly apologised to her for acting in such a way just because of a hunch. Soon enough we started talking quite closely. About friends and family, not French. We hit the two hour mark, there were two more hours to go. We didn’t seem to mind now, we were just talking. At that point I felt connected to her. She asked me about girls and shit, I just said that most of the girls care way too much about themselves. At that point she suggested that maybe that’s why I was cold to her, because I confused her with the other girls and my Brian assumed she was fake too.
Anyway, we talked about travel, we both liked travelling, ofcourse I hadn’t been to many places but she had. She told me about those. Another hour passed. For the last hour she decided that we should study, so we did. Took small breaks in between and finally, 4 hours were up. I asked her if she wanted to gale another class, she said that she could in a few days.
When I got home, I don’t know why, I got horny and jerked off thinking about her.
A few days passed, I went over again, we had the same together. Except now I felt horny around her. We started talking whilst I was doing French work, and once again, girls came up. I was really turned on by her.
So whenever she asked something, I would kinda point it back towards her. So I found out quite a lot about her. It started getting quite intimate then, my dick was rock solid. Just then, she asked me to pass a cup of coffee from the kitchen. So, shamingly, I got up with a boner and gave it to her. She certainly knew, her face was evidence of that. But it didn’t stop there, we still talked about sexy stuff. She told me about her travels and how she went to beaches. I said “Damn I wish I was there”, it kinda came out uncontrollably. But she just smiled and said “I bet you did, I can tell from your pants”.
I froze, I legit froze.
She said it was fine and nothing to be embarrassed about. I decided I’d shoot my shot. I wasn’t being subtle now, I was hinting directly at what I wanted to do with her. To my surprise, she started going with it. Then, I reached my breakIn point and told her that I liked her, and that I wanted to do her.
She was caught off guard, then I got up and walked towards her, and kissed her. She was still shocked. Eventually she reciprocated. I was frenching my French teacher. She started feeling my pants. I told her to take it off, soon enough she was sucking my cock. I was feeling her tits, she took her shirt off, to reveal her bra, which she also took off. Her tits were big, and perky. She had big brown nipples.she hopped onto the table and I took her shorts and panties off, she was clean shaved. I ate her out, I hadn’t eaten pussy before, so she helped me. Then I wanted to fuck her. I put my dick inside her, it’s the best feeling I’ve had to this day, at first she was laying on the table. Soon enough she was on top of me, riding my cork on the sofa.
I told her I was gonna cum, she said I could put it in her. I came in her pussy, I was spent. We went to the shower, she blew me there and I came on her face.
She then told me that she didn’t do it with any other student and that I was special. I told her that she should continue to grade me the same way, so I could have more classes. After a few months she left her school job and I still managed to go to her place for hot sex. She was my secret fucktoy. I’m 21 now and she’s 35ish, she’s my girlfriend now. Though we tell people we met in Italy when I was there a few years back when I was 19, the reality is that we were having a sex vacation there to celebrate 5 years of fucking each other.
We’re also looking for a girl that could have a three way in California. Drop a comment if you’re interested.
Anyway, this went on for a bit and I grew colder and colder to her. Eventually, she called me out and told me I had to pull up my socks or I’d have to take extra classes. I didn’t know what to say. She was literally failing me because I hurt her ego or something.
Eventually, she did call up my parents and asked if they wanted her to take extra classes. Our school doesn’t have a detention or remedial program so she would have to take it at her apartment.
Anyhow, I reached her place, it was moderately nice.
Also, I forgot to tell you about the teacher, She was 26, French, her body looks like that of Priya Price (google it) except she wasn’t as toned. Her tits were quite big. Her ass was okay too.
I got in and she made me sit at the dining table. It looked like she was married. The class started, I was being myself, cold to her and just doing what she told me to. At that point she finally picked on it, she said that my attitude wasn’t right. She asked me why I acted that way only with her (other teachers must’ve told her that I’m normal and interactive with them). I didn’t know if I should say it or not, so I did. I told her that I don’t think she’s as charming as she purposely herself to be, and a bunch of other stuff. She took it quite literally and got real pissed. Then we continued to (try to) study. Then eventually she said that if this is How it’ll be then I don’t need the class and I could leave. I told her that I would if I could, but my parents would get real mad if I got home early. I was supposed to be there for 4 hours, it had been only 30 minutes. So she suggested that we just run the clock out and then I’m free. I agreed to that. She pointed at he sofa and said I could chill there till it was time. I complied.
She got a phone call and went to her room, I could hear crying and screaming. Now, I know I have my reasons for not liking her, but in my mind if she’s distressed or something, I should help. She came out wiping her tears and I asked if she was okay, she nodded and sat down at the table. I got up from the sofa and sat in the table too. I just said that as much as I don’t like her teaching side, if she had any problems she could tell me. I did this because the crying and screaming seemed a bit too worrying, it wasn’t a regular argument. She then explained that it was her ex-husband on the phone, who was arguing with her about some technicality of their divorce. I just gave a “it’s okay, it’ll get better” because I didn’t know what to do, I hadn’t been in such a situation before. And then I just patted her back, which felt awkward. Then, I asked her if she wanted to teach me, to take her mind off the drama. And right then and there, she taught me. But it wasn’t how she taught at school, it was different. Instead of trying to dumb it down for me or make it fun, she just explained all of it in a straightforward way. So after about 30 mins, she suggested we take a break, I told her she was a great teacher and that I was wrong about her. She seemed to like that I said that, but again she had bigger things to worry about.
Then, she sat down with a cup of coffee and I asked what was up, she explained that she was in an abusive relationship and that her ex husband wasn’t being kind to her in the divorce either. I felt terrible and I expressed it to her, I had really misjudged her. I constantly apologised to her for acting in such a way just because of a hunch. Soon enough we started talking quite closely. About friends and family, not French. We hit the two hour mark, there were two more hours to go. We didn’t seem to mind now, we were just talking. At that point I felt connected to her. She asked me about girls and shit, I just said that most of the girls care way too much about themselves. At that point she suggested that maybe that’s why I was cold to her, because I confused her with the other girls and my Brian assumed she was fake too.
Anyway, we talked about travel, we both liked travelling, ofcourse I hadn’t been to many places but she had. She told me about those. Another hour passed. For the last hour she decided that we should study, so we did. Took small breaks in between and finally, 4 hours were up. I asked her if she wanted to gale another class, she said that she could in a few days.
When I got home, I don’t know why, I got horny and jerked off thinking about her.
A few days passed, I went over again, we had the same together. Except now I felt horny around her. We started talking whilst I was doing French work, and once again, girls came up. I was really turned on by her.
So whenever she asked something, I would kinda point it back towards her. So I found out quite a lot about her. It started getting quite intimate then, my dick was rock solid. Just then, she asked me to pass a cup of coffee from the kitchen. So, shamingly, I got up with a boner and gave it to her. She certainly knew, her face was evidence of that. But it didn’t stop there, we still talked about sexy stuff. She told me about her travels and how she went to beaches. I said “Damn I wish I was there”, it kinda came out uncontrollably. But she just smiled and said “I bet you did, I can tell from your pants”.
I froze, I legit froze.
She said it was fine and nothing to be embarrassed about. I decided I’d shoot my shot. I wasn’t being subtle now, I was hinting directly at what I wanted to do with her. To my surprise, she started going with it. Then, I reached my breakIn point and told her that I liked her, and that I wanted to do her.
She was caught off guard, then I got up and walked towards her, and kissed her. She was still shocked. Eventually she reciprocated. I was frenching my French teacher. She started feeling my pants. I told her to take it off, soon enough she was sucking my cock. I was feeling her tits, she took her shirt off, to reveal her bra, which she also took off. Her tits were big, and perky. She had big brown nipples.she hopped onto the table and I took her shorts and panties off, she was clean shaved. I ate her out, I hadn’t eaten pussy before, so she helped me. Then I wanted to fuck her. I put my dick inside her, it’s the best feeling I’ve had to this day, at first she was laying on the table. Soon enough she was on top of me, riding my cork on the sofa.
I told her I was gonna cum, she said I could put it in her. I came in her pussy, I was spent. We went to the shower, she blew me there and I came on her face.
She then told me that she didn’t do it with any other student and that I was special. I told her that she should continue to grade me the same way, so I could have more classes. After a few months she left her school job and I still managed to go to her place for hot sex. She was my secret fucktoy. I’m 21 now and she’s 35ish, she’s my girlfriend now. Though we tell people we met in Italy when I was there a few years back when I was 19, the reality is that we were having a sex vacation there to celebrate 5 years of fucking each other.
We’re also looking for a girl that could have a three way in California. Drop a comment if you’re interested.
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