Teacher Teacher

Many years back, when I was 16, my best buddy Scott and I were fucking around in our art class in high school. The teacher, a Miss Cox, was a flower child hippy type, got very upset with us, said she had had enough and we were to attend detention after school. We showed up and took note that she had arranged it so the two chairs we sat on faced her desk. She was wearing a gold loose knit sweater and a kilt like skirt just above the knee. She was giving us the what for about our behaviour and sat on her desk top cross legged. Bit Scott and I noticed right away that she wasn’t wearing panties and her hairy muff was starring us in the face. After about a half hour of looking at her c**t Scott got up from his chair and said hey John, I think we need to service the teach. He put a lip lock on her with his hand up her skirt finger blasting her. I lifted her sweater up and off her with her being braless her little flat B cup tits were there for the sucking. She stopped us and said let’s take it into storage room so we won’t be found. Well with her on all fours, she sucked my cock while Scott fucked her pussy. We facing each other with big smiles on our faces. I blew my load in her mouth and Scott blew his in her pussy. I wanted her pussy bad so in a short breather later with her laying flat on her back on a table I plugger her love tunnel and fucked her to orgasm before I came. As it were, Scott would drop by her place regularly to fuck her. I didn’t because I had a girlfriend at the time and didn’t want to push it. Great memory though.