14 comments/ 124676 views/ 26 favorites Parent Teacher Conference By: Bruson Black Teacher Becomes Anal Student Staring down at her brown muscular shoulders as his white cock was pumping in and out of her plump dark brown ass, he smiled. I'm fucking a black woman in the ass and I love it! That thought enhanced his cock action. Her red nails were splayed out to support her on her teachers desk. Her shiny pearl and gold bracelets were on top of the back of her chocolate colored hands. Sweat from her forehead dripped onto the teachers guide on her desk. His right hand reached out and grabbed a handful of her beautiful black hair and pulled hard and held firm. Her sweaty head jerked up, eyes clenched tight. He was using her hair to control how fast and hard her ass pounded on his cock. Her moans were in time with her swinging big brown butt. Her big full tits were pointing down to her teachers desk and swinging wildly to the motions. As were her pearl necklace strands. Black skirt hiked up over her shapely hips revealed sexy tigress-like stretch marks. On her dark skin the stretch marks were light brown and slightly textured. His fingers had sunk into her soft fleshy hip to help control her ass motion. Geeez, ass fucking her feels great at this speed, he thought. Deeper...harder...faster....don't get all timid on me now, she said. His balls started slapping into her moist just fucked pussy, making a small wet sound. Splatt! SPLATT!, he spanked her voluptuous brown ass as his whiteness slid in and out of her darkest hole at a rapid pace. Fuck me, fuck my ass harder! she hoarsely whispered. His mind went into bliss mode as he obeyed her command. Take my whole white cock, black bitch! he softly replied as he pounded hard as he could into her bouncey brown butt. Unhmmfff!, unhmmfff!, unhmmfff!, she retorted with the new enhanced rhythm. One of his hands reached her clit and started furiously flicking it. Within a few seconds she had cum again. As she panted Phil rotated her on his cock and she helped roll over. Now she was looking at him, missionary position at the edge of her desk. Hard cock still in her ass. Her hands were now holding her legs by the knees up near her shoulders. I wanna see you frig yourself off while I fuck you in the ass, he said. She nodded. She used her left hand in a fast circular motion. The gold bracelet made a rhythmical metallic sound. Her left leg wrapped around his butt to draw him into her ass better. She knew how to work her clit into another orgasm quickly. Feeling her ass rim tighten around his cock, he pumped as hard as he could fuck, and jacked deep in her ass. Just as she finished bucking. Janet and Phil were looking into each others eyes without any thoughts. Nirvana now filled his whole being. And her ass. :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Divorced, 50 YO slim white Phil had met single voluptuous black Janet "Ms. Anderson", 46 YO, in that years first quarter parent teacher conference in her classroom, and learned a lot about his 13 YO son from Ms. Anderson. He also learned he loved hearing her talk, watching her move her just-right thick, sexy body. Too bad she couldn't see him starting to pitch a tent. She kept gazing steadily, not looking, into his eyes as she talked. She noticed she was involuntarily moistening the chair she was sitting on. Hope I don't slip off, she thought. Nothing happened that night between them. Or did it? Months later, the second quarter conference started late and was the last one of the night for her. Phil walked in and they shook hands. They were close enough to kiss. But instead deeply inhaled each others unadorned body scents. Hers was a heavier human musk scent. His pheromones were mixed in a lighter scent that she inhaled. Looking in each others eyes, they lingered a good while before he sat. As he sat in a students desk, she began talking by leaning her ample rear end against her desk right in front of him. Her black skirt was barely containing her ample ass. Her feet were crossed and adorned with black high heel pumps and a gold bracelet on her left ankle. When she began talking of his son's current strengths and weaknesses, he started pitching a tent again. But this time she noticed and s-s-stuttered. Phil smiled. Janet gazed into his eyes as he stood up, nose to nose with her and she unconsciously took his hand in hers and squeezed. He kissed her cheek and she got a big assed grin on. He lightly kissed her thick luscious lips. She kissed back him harder. He reached into her mouth with his tongue, licking hers slowly all over. She tasted better than any woman ever should. Grabbing her full ass with both his hands, she responded by gently rubbing the front of her skirt onto his hardened cock. A moment later his hand was under her skirt and beneath her purple silk panties, deeply squeezing her soft rounded ass. She had one hand rubbing his back and the other grabbing his left butt cheek. Phil left one hand on her round ass and the other hand started massaging her big firm tits and she began to make soft noises. She was wearing a golden top made of a stretchy material. He pulled it down over her shoulders, over her black lacy DD bra. She slipped her arms out of the golden sleeves. The golden top covered her rounded belly and lower back. Unclipping her bra, he stared at her huge dark brown nipples and let out a breath as he raised one boob up. It weighed a lot more than a couple of pounds. He bent and started licking it. Salty. She pushed his head in and whispered, harder! Softly biting her nipple made her move even more expressive, so he bit harder and harder until it seemed she would almost cum. Putting both nipples into his mouth at once and using his teeth and tongue, her body pulsed hard and she let out a low growl. Moving one hand down under her skirt he reached her pussy's swollen lips and put in one finger. She moaned louder, so he slid in another. Both were moving in rhythm together, a sensual dance. Janet put a hand in his pants and fondled his cock. Then she slid down his sweat pants and boxer briefs and stared at his full 7 inch straight white and pink cock. Kicking off her sexy panties, and lifting her black skirt, she started rubbing his cock on her very liquid pussy. He sniffed his fingers that had been in her and got intoxicated. Then he took a finger that had been in her pussy and slid it down her deep ass crack and put it on her asshole with gentle throbbing motion. She relaxed her rim and clenched her ample butt cheeks at the same time. And slid his cock into her pussy a little bit, she let out a deep moan. Phil pushed his finger into her welcoming ass and she opened her almond eyes wide and looked into his blue eyes. As he began to wiggle his wet finger into her ass, her eyes rolled up into her head and she grabbed his butt and pulled. His cock went deeper and so did his finger. Phil's cock in her pussy could feel his wiggling finger in Janet's ass. He pressed his finger deeper in her ass. He began to masterbate his cock through her pussy/ass wall with his finger in her ass. It felt wonderful. After a few moments, she asked if he had a condom. He had one in his coat pocket, "just in case". After he got the condom, she went down on him with her black hair bobbing up and down. She loved the taste of the little bit of cum on his tip and her own musky flavor. He loved seeing her dark brown face opening a very pink mouth and tongue to get fucked by his cock. Taking both balls in her mouth, she looked up at him with her beautiful black eyes as she sucked them. Her hand was stroking his cock quickly. He dangled the opened condom teasingly above her. She grabbed it and sucked his dick some more with passion, then put it on his saliva drenched cock. The color of your beautiful dick turns me on, she whispered in his ear. Their tongues played with each other for a second before he forcefully spun her around and bent her over her desk. Her boobs were flat against the cool wood surface. Lifting her black skirt over her full hips Phil stepped back and looked at her plump brown ass, very black asshole, brown hairless pussy with a pink slit down the middle and thick, muscular dark chocolate legs supported on black shiny pumps. Smiling, Janet raised up using her arms and turned her head to see Phil admiring her backside and said, Do you like what you see? And what I smell, grinned Phil. He kneeled down and put his mouth and tongue on her pussy and licked away like a hungry man. She almost fell off the desk. After a couple of minutes, face all wet and her deep musky scent tattooed in his nostrils he lightly licked her rose bud. He stroked his cock a couple of times for fun and half inserted it into her pussy. OOOhhhhfff, she moaned. In and out only halfway, then all of a sudden thrust all the way in...hard. UUUnnnn, he moaned. Her neck veins bulged. Her legs then lifted off the floor, all her weight on her belly on the desk as he kept pumping in and out of her engorged cunt lips. As she put her legs back on the floor, and keeping his cock in her, he stepped back and put her legs together. His legs were now outside of hers. He fucked even harder now with her legs together. The added tightness was appreciated by her, too. Her round brown ass was quivering like jello with his white shaft quickly disappearing in and reappearing. He parted her butt cheeks with his hands because loved seeing her glistening black puckered asshole as he drove into her cunt. Imagining his cock in her ass turned him on even more. She started to cum in a loud deep growl and her hips pumped back hard in rhythm to him. She was fucking him, too! 3 intense minutes later, after she came, they paused and she caught her breath. You didn't cum yet, she said. His 7 inches was still buried in her pussy. She tightened around his member. I want to cum deep in your big chocolate ass, he said. I've only let men put their fingers in my ass, she said, your caucasian cock won't fit! Ignoring what she said, he asked, Got any lube? Just hand lotion in my desk drawer, she replied. He reluctantly pulled his cock out of her sopping cunt, went around the desk, and got the lotion. Coming back around he started kissing and licking her round dimpled ass. She smiled and closed her eyes. Squirting some lotion on 2 fingers he began working them slowly and easily into her asshole. She moaned deeply. He put his cock back into her pussy and kept 2 fingers in her ass. She let out a held breath slowly, Ohh, god I feel so filled up... deeper, she moaned, as he began a new rhythm. Then ramming his cock and fingers deeper, she made noises that turned him on much, much more. His cock would have grown to 10 inches if it were possible. Pulling out of her cunt, he squirted lotion on his hardened cock. Spreading the lotion on felt good and cooling. He put more lotion on his fingers, warmed it up and smeared the lotion around her asshole. She Mmmmmed some more. Gently he pressed his hard pink cock tip up against her very black asshole rim. The contrast almost made him explode. I'll stop if it hurts, he said. OhhKaaymmm, she said. Slowly his cock penetrated her virgin ass. Wait a minute!....UuuhhhhYeaahhhh, she moaned. His cock was only a third of the way up her ass. Finally, his cock was all the way in her big fucking black ass. Her big sweaty butt cheeks were squashed tight up against his pale body. Gawd, fucking big brown butts are sexier than big white butts, he thought. Because, well, they're brown! Fuck my black ass!, she cooed coyly. Instead he stopped for a second, and savored the pungent sex smell. He also wanted to let her know who's in charge of her ass. Then he began pumping his cock slowly in and out of her slippery ass. Increasing the tempo until wet, squishy sounds resulted with every burying of his cock. Watching her plush ass jiggle, smelling the sex, and hearing her passionate sounds, his control was quickly being overloaded. Parent-Teacher Conference Becky Spears was a third grade elementary school teacher. Becky was still single and in her third year of teaching since graduating from an Ohio teachers college. She was a cute pert young lady with short blond hair, hazel blue eyes, 5'5" 115 lbs and a curvy figure. Her tits were a firm 34B and she had very shapely legs leading up to a beautiful round ass. Becky was not a virgin but she was still pretty reserved when it came to sex. Most of her experience was missionary fucks and hand jobs. Guys tried to get her to suck cock but she was always reluctant. Most of the younger guys she dated were only interested in getting their rocks off and could care less about her satisfaction. It was 3:30PM and all the students had left the school. Becky was meeting with one of her student's father today at 4:00PM, so she was working in her classroom awaiting his arrival. Today she was dressed in a tasteful light green mini skirt and an off-white blouse. Becky was not wearing hose because it was a hot and humid day plus her legs were very tan and looked great without hose. Becky had met her student's father before and he was a very impressive individual. Walt was his name and he stood 6'0," 200 lbs, dark brown hair, with steel blue eyes. Walt was a former athlete and former Marine who kept himself in excellent shape. He was a hunk. What Becky didn't know was that he was blessed with a 9" cock that was 5" around. Walt arrived at Becky's classroom a little early. He let himself in and spotted Becky on a bookcase ladder putting books away on the top shelf. He smiled as she leaned forward and her skirt rode up to just below her ass cheeks displaying her beautiful legs. Walt closed and locked the classroom door behind him. He walked over to the ladder and gripped it with both hands. "I'll just steady this for you so you don't lose your balance," Walt startled her. "Oh I didn't hear you come in, I'm okay you don't have to hold the ladder," Becky embarrassingly replied. "No problem at all," Walt said. He looked up the ladder following Becky's shapely legs up to her panties visible under her mini skirt. Becky knew that he could see up her skirt and there was nothing she could do about it. She placed the last of the books on the shelf and began her descent down the ladder. As she descended rung by rung, Walt fixed his eyes on the gap between her legs and her panty covered pussy. Becky was beat red and she gasped out loud when she felt Walt's hands on her legs. "I'll just steady you as you come down," Walt said as his hands slid up her calves. Becky was trembling and as she stepped down Walt's hands continued to slide up her legs. Walt's hands had moved over her calves to the back of her knees and then up to her thighs. One more step and Walt's hands moved under her skirt and covered her panty covered ass. "Please don't" Becky weakly protested. She felt Walt slide his hand over her pussy mound and she trembled slightly. She realized that her panties were getting wet just as she heard Walt speak. "Your panties are very wet we should probably take them off so they don't get stained," he offered. Walt peeled her panties off her ass cheeks revealing her beautiful ass. He then pulled them from between her thighs where her legs were pressed together and down to her ankles. Walt had her lift up one foot at a time so that he could remove her panties from her ankles. He slid his hands back up to her ass and massaged it gently complimenting her on the beauty of her legs and ass. Walt slowly turned Becky around on the ladder so that she faced him. He guided her down a few more rungs pushing her skirt up and exposing her blonde pussy. Walt tenderly stroked Becky's cunt and slipped a finger into her hole. He tweaked her clit and Becky grasped the ladder to stabilize herself. Her cunt was soaking wet and she knew that she should call a stop to this but it had gone too far. Walt pulled her hips forward and kissed her abdomen. Becky shivered and trembled as she locked her arms behind the ladder to maintain her balance. Walt kissed all around her pussy before licking her clit and inserting a finger into her cunt. Becky was going wild as she humped Walt's face with her cunt and he ate her to multiple orgasms. Walt had both hands on her ass as he ate her pussy. The last orgasm caused Becky to let go of the ladder and she found herself being carried to her desk. Walt laid her on her desk with her legs splayed wide. Becky watched as he unbuckled his pants and pushed his pants and underwear down to his knees. His huge cock jumped out and Becky gasped in surprise of its size. Walt lined up his impressive tool with Becky's quivering twat and eased it in. Walt took his time and kept feeding her more and more of his cock as he fucked her slowly. Becky was beside herself as she felt her cunt being methodically stretched to accommodate his length and girth. There was no pain but Becky had never felt fuller in her life. Walt continued to fuck her slowly and soon had the entire 9" buried in her pussy. He made sure to keep his cock in constant contact with her clit and kept her in a constant state of arousal. Becky was thrashing all over the desk having multiple orgasms. She felt Walt tense up and bury his cock to the hilt in her pussy. He then fired a barrage of cum into her hot pussy and she could feel warm jets of cum hitting the walls of her cunt. The surge of his hot seed caused her to have yet another orgasm. Walt continued to fuck her slowly as they both recovered from their intense orgasms. He slipped his cock from her and remarkably he was still erect. Becky felt the void in her cunt as his cock left her opening and she could feel his cum trickle down between her thighs. Walt turned Becky around so that she was facing down on the desk with her feet on the floor. He eased his still erect cock back into her pussy and fucked her with long deep strokes. Walt pulled her blouse up and unsnapped her bra allowing her tits to spill out into his hands. He gently squeezed her tits and played with her eraser sized hard nipples. "You have the neatest, hardest little nubs," he said as he rolled her nipples in his fingers. Becky was getting turned on again as he fucked her and played with her. She was startled and her body went stiff when he inserted a well lubed finger in her asshole. Becky thought to protest but thought better of it and after all it was just a finger. Walt's hands left her tits and he continued to finger fuck her ass as he fucked her pussy. With his other hand he began to tease her clit and soon had her on the verge of another orgasm. Becky grunted and groaned as Walt fucked her with his big dick, tweaked her clit and reamed her asshole with his finger. She started bucking out of control while having her most intense orgasm ever. Walt took advantage of her orgasmic state and slipped his cock out of her cunt and re-positioned it in her ass. Becky's thrusting and Walt's continued pressure allowed Walt's cock to enter her asshole. By the time Becky realized what had happened, Walt had buried the entire 9" in her ass. Becky was now impaled on his cock and for the first time in her life she was being fucked in the ass. "Please don't do this, I don't really want to do this, it will ruin me," Becky pleaded. "Nonsense people have been doing this forever and I would never hurt you," Walt said trying to put her at ease. "You have the most beautiful ass I have ever seen and now fucked, there is no way I could have kept my cock out of such a hot ass," Walt continued. Becky just felt full now as any initial pain had subsided. She tried to relax and let him has his way with her. Walt continued to diddle her clit with one hand and tweak her tit nipples with the other as he corn holed her gorgeous ass. Walt loved watching his huge meat slide in and out of her bung hole. He felt another orgasm on the way and buried his cock to the hilt. Becky could feel his hot jizm filling her anal canal to overflowing. As Walt finished shooting his wad he let his softening cock slip out of her asshole. It left her ass with an audible pop and Becky could feel the cool air enter her channel. She could also feel his cum leaving her asshole and trickling over her cunt lips. She had collapsed on the desk in front of her and was breathing deeply as Walt massaged her ass cheeks as he took in her beauty. Becky's ass was still clenching as she worked her anal muscles involuntarily and subconsciously ejected his cum from her asshole. Walt straightened himself up as Becky pushed her skirt down and buttoned her blouse. "So how is my son doing in school?" Walt asked. "He is doing just fine but we probably should reschedule our conference," replied Becky. Becky added, "But why don't we meet somwhere else next time." "Works for me, I'll be in touch," Walt said as he smiled and left. Becky wondered if the next time she would get to suck his cock and if would she swallow cum for the first time. Parent-Teacher Conference My son is in the 2nd grade and his school was having their teacher/parent conferences. For those who might not know it is where parents are invited to spend twenty to thirty minutes talking with their son or daughter's teacher about their progress during the year. Now my boy is a good student and we hadn't received any complaints from the school so our conference was a formality at best. Knowing this my wife didn't reschedule her yoga class and opted to miss it. That left me to go alone and I did begrudgingly. I had a hell of a lot of work to get caught up with at work and besides sitting down with some old bitty to talk elementary school didn't thrill me. We were scheduled for 8:00 pm that night which made me the last parent to talk to my son's teacher this particular evening. I came straight from work and was wearing my navy blue pinstriped suit. I'm 38 and still work out regular so I can still get an occasional eye from the ladies. I found his class after asking about three different groups of parents where room 15 was. I knocked on the door and after about a minute, the door opened and a woman of about 50 answered. She was wearing a purple dress that covered her barrel shaped frame and horn rimmed glasses. I thought to myself, school hasn't changed one bit. I apologized for being early and asked if she wanted me to wait the 7 minutes for my schedule time. The lady tilted her head to the side and sized me up and then chuckled. It was the kind of chuckle where you wonder what you said that was so funny. I wasn't part of the joke apparently I was the joke. It was my turn to turn my head and shrug, not understanding her frivolity. "I'm Mary Wilson, Michael Reynolds grandma," she said still obviously amused. "Michael is in your son or daughter's class, Miss Sanders and I were just finishing up Mikey's conference, we are through now and you can go in," she added and extended her hand. I shook her hand and stammered an apology and something about her appearing very 'teachery'. She chuckled again and squeezed past me in the doorway. Collecting myself, I walked into my son's classroom and suddenly regressed back into a young boy, glancing around at the walls and all the things hanging there intended to excite and teach the youngsters who came into the room. The alphabet hung just below the ceiling and wrapped around almost to walls. Numbers hung there to, progressing 1 to 100 by ones, by twos, by 5's and then 10's. Artwork of all kinds adorned one complete wall and I suddenly remembered the taste of Elmer's glue and smiled. I saw macaroni shell artwork and remembered how proud I was of the Eiffel Tower I had made as a kid. I saw some of the pieces my boy had made and grinned at his creativeness. He was really a chip off the old block. "Mr. Perris, Mr. Perris," a soft voice called to me seemingly a million miles away. "Mr. Perris?" a young woman behind a table in the corner of the classroom asked. I smiled as I came back from a pleasant daydream and trip down memory lane. I shrugged at her and said I was having 'flashbacks'. The young woman smiled and motioned for me to come over and sit down on the chair across from her table desk. She looked young and I smiled and asked her if she was 'Miss Sanders'. She nodded in the affirmative and my eyes went wide. She looked to be about 23 or 24, probably fresh out of college and I wondered how my son could concentrate. I smiled to myself as I knew the reason, he didn't like girls yet. They were yucky and soft, not rough and tumble. Miss Sanders smiled as I finally found my way to my seat and she began shuffling papers to prepare her for discussing my boy. As she looked down I looked her over and was thoroughly impressed. She was about 5'5 and 115 pounds. She had dishwater blonde hair and dark blue eyes. She was wearing a light brown frilly top and a tight pair of black khaki shorts. The frilly top was open in front and revealed a tight tube top that held her young pert breasts. If I had to guess, I would say a good B, maybe even a C cup and most likely store bought because of their almost perfect symmetry. What really caught my eye were her pearly white teeth, full lips, and slightly crooked smile. Miss Sanders was definitely not yucky, probably very soft and I couldn't think of anything but a rough little tumble with her. "How old are you?" I blurted out just as she was about to say something. She stammered as I could tell she was taken aback by the question and was ready to give me her canned speech. "I'm 24," she said with a smile and began to say something else. "Man, I should be a circus carny," I said with a laugh. "I said 23 or 24," I announced proudly. Miss Sander's eyes went wide and she seemed speechless. She clutched her papers tightly and tried to press on. "I'm going to say 5'5 and 113 pounds," I estimated, rising out of my seat. Miss Sanders stammered but didn't answer. She didn't know what to say or do so instead stayed speechless and in her seat. "I'm 5'5 and a half but I don't what that has anything to do with why you are here?" she told me. "I was right, now your weight?" I said as I looked at her sideways. "Mr. Perris?" she scolded. I was standing in front of her table desk looking down on her and waited. Miss Sanders hesitated and gave in with a shake of her head and a wry smile, "114 pounds as of yesterday on the scale at my gym," she revealed sheepishly. She acted as if she felt foolish for acting along with me. She hoped answering me would get us back on track. She couldn't be further from the truth as the more she played the more emboldened I was becoming. She was proud of her shape and physical attributes and I was going to see just how far she would play along with me. "Yes," I faked overwhelming enthusiasm with a pump of my right fist. Shifting gears, I moved back to my seat. Sitting down, I playfully looked her over top to bottom. She looked at me quizzically. "Hmmm, so you workout, aye?" I said and smiled. She nodded 'yes' and shuffled her papers in an effort to collect herself. "Looks like it is working," I complimented her. "Let's see it!" I added and using my hand motioned for her to stand up. Miss Sanders smiled but declined and quickly looked to her paperwork for something to change the subject. "Come on, lets see it," I egged her on. "You should be proud of your hard work," I added, refusing to let it drop. Miss Sanders had played along so far so I figured I might just be able get her to go all the way. She shook me off with a smile and nervous laugh. "Come on," I urged her and sat back. She still wasn't moved to stand so I repeated myself, "Come on, and show off a little." "Mr. Perris," Miss Sanders protested and chuckled. She was trying her darnedest to get me back on track but still be cordial. What she hadn't realized yet was I was now trying my best to get in her pants if I could talk her out of them. "Come on," I said with a wink and added, "Do it and we can get back to our conference." I was lying of course but since I couldn't move her to do it yet, I added an incentive. "Mr. Perris!" she said more sternly but still without conviction. I didn't budge and she realized I was stonewalling her. She took a deep breath and I could tell she was thinking hard about it. I put my hands out at my sides and shrugged. I added a smile and motioned for her to get up. Miss Sanders smiled at me and shifted in her seat. She shook her head no and after a lot of thought, threw out the 'I'm taken defense', "Mr. Perris, I'm engaged to be married in three months," she stated and pointed at her ring. I was undeterred and frowned, "So, all I asked was for you to show off your hard work, what harm is in that." I acted slightly perturbed and I think I struck a cord with her sensibilities. "Alright," she relented and stood up. She moved around the table to give me a better look and stood straight in front of me with her hands on her hips. She smiled at me and I looked her up and down and then frowned. "What?" she asked as she saw my disappointment. "Could you please turn around?" I asked. "Mr. Perris," she protested but gave in. She seemed willing to go a long with me if it meant getting back on track with our conference. She turned around quickly and smiled at me. "Slow down, do it slower, sell it!" I urged her and made a motion with my right hand for to spin again. She began to turn and I yelled, "Slower." She slowed down and smiled as she looked over her shoulder at me. When her back was to me I told her to stop and admired her tight derriere. "Mr. Perris!" she said but stopped anyway. "Nice, you definitely have it going on Miss Sanders," I complimented her. Her black shorts clung to her ass and I admired her calves as they stuck out of the bottoms of her long shorts. "Well thank you, Mr. Perris," she replied. Her young eyes flashed as she looked over her shoulder at her backside and then me. She slowly turned to face me and hesitated as if waiting for me to say something more. "So how often do you workout?" I asked and she smiled. "I try to workout every morning before work but sometimes I like to sleep in." she answered with a frown because her waning morning motivation. "Cool," I said and then prefaced my next comment with, "Now I'm not criticizing but." Miss Sanders' ears perked up as she began to turn to return her seat. She spun around and listened. "Now its common for women to make this mistake because they listen to guys about working out but you need to change your workout habits," I told her and was happy to see I had a captive audience. Miss Sanders was listening intently and I knew she was putty in my hands if I played my cards right and moved slowly. I stood and carefully reviewed her shape like an artist would a canvas. Miss Sanders stood quietly and seemed interested in knowing what she was doing wrong. I stepped up to her and asked her to lean slightly forward towards the table desk. She did as I asked without hesitation so I knew I was making points. "Bend forward slightly more," I told her and she did and had to rest her hands on the desk to keep from falling over. I stood behind her lovely ass and admired it as she looked over her right shoulder at me. "Bend just a little more," I asked and she did pushing her ass back and up. I went into a long spiel about low weights and lots of reps meant to confuse and impress the young teacher. Taking my hands I pointed along her ass, right hip, right thigh, and right calf where she could tone more. She really didn't need to change anything but I was working for a greater goal. I suggested some exercises meant to work those areas and she tried to understand. "How do I do those exercises? On a machine?" she asked. "You could but you could also do it standing at your desk or next to a weight bench in the gym," I said and let it sink in. "Oh really," she said. She seemed impressed with my knowledge and decided to pick my brain as long as she had me here. "Could you show me?" she asked and how could I refuse? "OK, don't mind me but I have to touch you to show you," I prefaced and waited for the go ahead. "Ah, its alright, you are just showing me an exercise," she stated and smiled, she was ready to get down to business so I pressed on. Taking my left hand, I took hold of the back of her neck. Using my right hand I took a hold of the outside of her right thigh. She giggled at my touch and then bit her lower lip to suppress a laugh. Knowing what she was thinking, I said, "Tickles?" "Yeah, but it is all right," she assured me. Her young body was warm to my touch and firm. My nose picked up her cologne and I liked it. "Now go with the motion," I said, "so you don't tear anything." I moved her right leg up and back slowly and repeatedly. My left massaged her neck and held her still as I manipulated her right leg. As we did it, my right hand slipped to the front of her thigh and slowly moved upward. Miss Sanders intently followed my lead and I could tell she liked the neck massage. I was careful to get her spread her legs and arch her ass. After twenty-five reps, I asked her how it felt. She hesitated to answer and I looked at her face and could tell she was very focused on what we were doing and the massage that she didn't hear me. "How does it feel?" I asked again and smiled at my mastery. "Oh great," she said and grinned with a bite on her lower lip. "I can feel it working already," she said of the leg exercise. She paused and I could tell she was thinking of how to say what she was thinking. "The massage is doing the trick too," she said and then added, "I'm always amazed on how good a simple massage feels." "If you are working out regularly you need to schedule yourself a massage at least once a week," I said matter-of-factly. "Get your fiancé to give you a massage," I suggested hoping to get some information on him and their sex life together. "Yeah right?" Miss Sanders laughed and I figured I was learning some inside joke between Miss Sanders and her girlfriends. He saw my face and knew I didn't know what she was referring to. "He isn't much of a touchy feely type," she said and smiled. "Wow that's too bad," I said and frowned. "You better change that," I said and took my cue to massage her more. Taking my left hand off her neck, I began kneading the muscles high in the middle of her back just below the neck. It was the right spot for Miss Sanders as she bent her head forward and pushed her ass out more. "I know that's what my friends tell me," she said with a laugh. I was now standing directly behind her with her bent over facing away from me. I lowered her right leg back to the floor and stepped to her left side. My eyes couldn't get enough of her lovely ass and I fought the urge to dry hump her from behind. I swapped my right hand for my left and maintained a steady, firm massage of her lower neck and upper back. "Spread your legs," I said as I reached for her left leg with my left hand. "What?" Miss Sanders said and tried to look over her left shoulder. "Please spread your legs a little," I offered, hearing myself in my head and hoping I wasn't too obscene. 'Oh sure," Miss Sanders said and smiled to myself as she duck walked her feet to spread her legs. "Great," I said and lifted her left leg to me. Miss Sanders had the motion down now and began slowly pumping her leg straight up and back. I cupped the upper front of her thigh with my left hand. My fingertips couldn't be more than two or three inches from her young pussy. Using my hand, I stretched her left leg outward to spread her legs and crotch wider. "Oh God," Miss Sanders said as she bent her head back to increase the pressure on her shoulders and upper back. Her eyes were closed and I could tell she was enjoying my manipulations more and more. I figured if I kept it up and hit all the right spots I could make her cum. Taking my hand off her upper thigh, I moved it to her left ass cheek and pushed down, making her hip pop slightly and spreading her hips wider. "Oh that feels good," Miss Sanders cooed as she was getting into the feelings I was helping to generate. Spreading my palm, I gently squeezed and kneaded her cheek. My left pinkie slipped between her cheeks and I gently pressed down. My pinkie pushed on her shorts there and I wiggled it slightly. It was resting above her asshole and I looked around her to see if it was having any effect. Miss Sanders was quietly enjoying her massage and workout demonstration and if she sensed my finger pressing on her asshole she wasn't letting on. Without any protest, I slipped my hand lower on her ass cheek and allowed my pinkie to slide lower and under her. Her leg stopped moving and I wondered if she was beginning to detect my roaming fingers. "Keep your leg up and out," I urged her, hoping to get her moving again. Her eyes opened and I think she realized she was getting a little to into this workout. "Woo," she exhaled and turned to look over her shoulder at me. She appeared ready to stop but seemed unable to bring herself to put an end to it. My hand continued to massage her ass cheek and my pinkie and ring finger played across the thin fabric of her shorts above her pussy and asshole. "Mr. Perris, I think, I think, I THINK we should stop," Miss Sanders stammered out. Her words protested while her body said something completely different. Her ass and hips pushed into my hand and her neck was giving way under my massage. "We can stop anytime you want," I said and added, "Just thought I'd help by showing you a new exercise." My hands kneaded a little harder for accent and she tried to stand for me to stop but leant forward again in surrender. "Oh god, this feels good," Miss Sanders moaned as she gave into her feelings and the sensations rippling through her body. She was putty in my hands as I slid my left hand between her legs and gently rubbed her crotch. Her legs moved wider as she allowed me to rub her pussy through her clothes. "Oh god, don't stop," she begged as her upper torso laid on the table now. Taking my right hand off her shoulders, I reached around her to begin unbuttoning her shorts. Miss Sanders sensed me doing this and brought her hands down to stop me but I kept unbuttoning and then unzipping her. "Oh Mr. Perris, please stop," she moaned weakly and tried to wrestle my hand off her zipper. Her hands grew weaker and weaker as my left hand massaged her pussy and cupped her womanhood. When her shorts were completely unzipped they grabbed for the table as I took both hands and tugged them down her backside. I watched as they slipped off her delectable hips and revealed first her thong, tied at both hips, and then her tight round ass cheeks. I knelt down as her shorts slipped to the ground and noticed that her bright pink panties had a growing wet spot between her legs. I sniffed her and smiled as her pussy smelled lovely. "Oh Mr. Perris, I don't know if we should be doing this," she muttered as her head turned back and forth, trying to see what I was up to behind her. I ignored her as I focused on her lovely ass. Taking the fingers on my left hand, I gently pulled the pink fabric off her lovely mound and to the side. Her shaved pussy and moist lips came into view and I shuddered at the thought of burying my face in her gorgeous pussy. Pulling the fabric further to the side revealed her tight asshole and I smiled as I noticed she shaved there too. "Mr. Perris, let's get back to our conference," she said but didn't move. I laughed out loud as I extended my tongue and licked from her clit, across her wet lips to her asshole. Her body shot forward and her asshole tightened and released. "Oh Mr. Perris," she groaned and pushed her hips back at my tongue. I had this gorgeous little 24 year-old teacher spread out before me and wanted to dive right in but held back. I wanted to tease her first. Reaching up with both hands, I undid her strings on each hip. Her panties slipped down her hips but hung there. Her moist little snatch had soaked them so much they stuck to her leg. Miss Sanders sensed them hanging there and giggled. Swiping at them, I knocked them to the floor and moved my hands to each ass cheek to spread her open to me. Running my tongue along the inside of her legs, I purposefully avoided her engorged pussy lips, clit, and asshole. Miss Sanders sensed this and I felt her on my tongue, trying to get me to lick her there. "Oh Mr. Perris," she groaned and I could tell she knew I was teasing her and she wanted to cum. "What?" I asked as I continued to lick close to but not on her imploring holes. She let out a low groan and I could tell she was trying to respond. "What?" I teased, as I playfully took a swipe at her clit. Her body dropped and almost seemed to convulse. "What?" I repeated as she groaned again though much louder. Taking my fingers, I split her pussy lips so I could peer at her wanton twat. She was so hypersensitive that she wiggled her hips and my index finger slipped in her. Parent-Teacher Conference "Oh god, oh god," she groaned and wiggled on my finger. Her body lowered and dropped quickly and I knew she was cumming as her ass cheeks tightened and released. Her thighs tightened and released too as she moved from her tippy-toes to her heels and back again several times. Diving in, I licked at her clit as I strained my neck to help her get the most enjoyment out of my manipulations. "Oh fuck, oh holy fuck," she swore like a sailor as another wave hit her and she came hard, again and again. Her hands clutched my head and held me to her trembling pussy and then pulled me off as her orgasms subsided. "Oh my god, oh my god," she moaned like she was in pain, even though she was far from it. I pulled my head out from between her legs and stood up behind her. Miss Sanders' eyes caught mine behind her and she smiled. I wasted no time undoing my belt, unzipping my zipper, and pulling my pants down. Miss Sanders' eyes dropped from mine to my boxers as she saw the bulge there. My cock was sticking straight out from me and it almost hurt as it throbbed hard in anticipation. Pulling my boxers to the side, my cock stuck through the hole and pointed directly at Miss Sanders' backside. I smiled at her as her eyes went wide and took my cock in my right hand and stroked it. Looking at her now, I said, "Spread your ass for me." Miss Sanders' strained to look over her shoulder as she reached back with her hands and clutched her thighs. Pulling her ass cheeks open, she leaned on the table and awaited me. Rubbing the head of my cock on her moist lips wet the head and I pointed at her lovely little wet flower. "Spread yourself wider," I told her and she re-grabbed her thighs in order to open herself up. "That's it" I complimented her and eased my cockhead into her twat. "Go slow, it looks too big," she said and bit her lower lip. I eased it against her opening and it caught barely a half-inch in. Miss Sanders' pussy was wet but very tight and I wondered to myself how long it had been since I had tapped such a tight little pussy. "Is my cock bigger than your boyfriend's?" I asked and then realized how it must sound as if I was comparing myself to him when I was really gauging whether she could handle me. "Yes," she moaned as my cock rubbed up and down her slit and she felt it spreading her hole wider. I dipped my hips to get a better angle and my cock eased in a little farther. "Oh fuck," she cried out it what sounded like pain but as I peered at the side of her face, I realized she was loving it. Grabbing her thighs, she spread her legs wider and I sensed her backing up to me. "That's it, fuck yourself on my cock," I urged her and held her hips in my hands and eased her forward and back onto my cock. Her body trembled but she didn't stop as she rocked herself on my cock. "Oh yeah, oh yeah," she groaned as she closed her eyes to enjoy the sensations. Her moist pussy felt so warm on my cock and I could sense her muscles squeeze and milk my cock. "Cum again for me," I told her and reached forward to pull her shoulders back to me. When I did her mouth swung back and she eagerly sought my mouth and frenched me. Her mouth was warm and inviting and her tongue sought mine. Holding her shoulder with my left hand, I swung my right hand around and cupped her pussy. "Ohhhhh," Miss Sanders' screamed in my mouth as her body wiggled on my cock as she came again, this time seemingly harder than the other times. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," she exclaimed breaking her kiss and clutching the table. I felt in heaven as my cock slipped all the way into her moist hole and she moved on it. Reaching up with my right hand, I offered it to her mouth and she sucked on my wet fingers. Turning her head to mine, I kissed her again as she came down from another orgasm. Her chest heaved as she caught her breath. The sight of her cumming, her warm mouth, and the feeling on my cock brought out the animal in me and I began bucking hard at her backside. The sound of our bodies colliding, the table desk being bumped forward, and her moans filled the room. "Oh god, oh yes, oh yes," Miss Sanders groaned in my mouth as she felt my cock piston in and out of her honey hole. I reached to her chest with my hands and pulled her top open and tugged down her tube top to reveal her lovely orbs. They were fake but felt awesome in my hands as I cupped them and held her nipples. The sensations must have stirred something in Miss Sanders as she began wiggling her hips against my hard driving cock. 'Fuck me, fuck me," I heard Miss Sanders whimper as she came again and her hands came up to try and get a hold of my head. She couldn't reach that far back so she swung her arms to her sides to cup my hips to her. I fucked with abandon and Miss Sanders fought to keep from falling over the table desk. Something deep in my loins began to stir and I felt that tinge where I knew I was going to cum and cum hard. I felt like I was going to explode and my head got lightheaded. "Turn around," I told Miss Sanders as I reached down for my cock with my right hand. It slipped from her pussy and sprung upward into my hand. She started to turn to her right then thought better of it and turned left to face me. She was smiling and tried to lean forward to kiss me but I had no time for that. Taking my left hand, I put it directly on the middle of her head and pushed down. Miss Sanders groaned as she realized what I was doing and fought a losing battle as I pushed her to her knees. My left hand was holding her bangs as I offered my cock to her mouth. "I don't," Miss Sanders started but was cut off as my cock slipped in her mouth causing her to gag out, "Gggguck Ccccock." She did now, I thought as I slipped my hard rod into her mouth and between her two lovely lips. Her eyes sparkled as they watered up from gagging on my length. 'Oh god, that's it, suck me," I urged her and smiled at her pretty face. Her crooked smile was even more so as my cock moved in her mouth. "That's it, that's it suck," I added as I pushed my cock into her left cheek causing it to bow out. Miss Sanders was fighting me anymore but instead trying to match my rhythm as my cock stabbed at her face. My orgasm had subsided when I withdrew from her but now it was back and growing. "That's it suck me," I said as my orgasm raged in me. Taking my hands, I placed them at the side of her head and rocked her face back and forth on my cock. "Yeah, come on make me pop!" I egged her on as my hands slipped from the sides of her head to the top of her head and below her chin. "Yeah, see if you can get it all," I urged her as my cock plowed into her face and my balls bounced on her chin. She was willing to try and I felt her head dip forward. My cock is about seven and a half inches hard and she was getting about six every time I pumped forward. Pulling on her head, she got another 1/2 inch or so but nearly choked. "Come on, you can get it all," I encouraged her as my balls began to boil over and my cock leaked semen. Miss Sanders tasted my cum and her eyes went wide as I fucked her face and she knew she going to get more. I smiled as her mouth drooled from both sides of her mouth and kept up my thrusting. "Fuck yeah, keep sucking," I groaned as I sensed myself ready to explode. "Ah come on suck me," I moaned as my ass tightened and I exploded. Miss Sanders' face went pale as she squinted her eyes and swallowed me as I erupted and spewed in her mouth. She didn't seem like the taste but continued sucking like a trooper. I shuddered as I deposited my last blast and felt her gumming my semi-hard love muscle. "Oh fuck, oh fuck," I whimpered as she playfully refused to give up my cock. She winked at me as a small tear slipped from her right eye. "You, you," I stammered as my cock slipped from her mouth. We didn't say anything for a couple of minutes as I tried to catch my breath and zip up my pants. Miss Sanders stood up and flipped her shorts on her desk as she retied her thong on. As she bent over and did it, I watched her awesome little body move and I was compelled to have another go at her but my cock was spent. She re-tucked her tits in her tube top before wiggling into her shorts. I thought, with her body she could never be a junior high or high school teacher, as the boys could never concentrate. I moved to my seat and sat down as Miss Sanders made her way to her chair. Sitting down she sighed and could tell she was thinking hard about what just happened. "Mr. Perris, we can never talk about what just happened," she explained and I nodded. She smiled demurely and stated, "Your son is a great kid to have in my class." I nodded again and smiled as I watched her try to play it off like nothing had happened. She was doing a good job until she wiped at the wetness in the corners of her mouth and laughed. "Thanks for coming tonight," she replied as she handed me a stack of my son's school papers. Parent-Teacher Conference My wife, Debbie, and I were pulling into the parking lot of our daughter's elementary school where we were to meet with her fifth grade teacher. The teacher had sent home a note requesting that we come to the school to discuss our daughter's progress. As we exited the car we continued our conversation about the meeting and wondering if there was a problem or was this just a routine get-to-know the parents meeting. We had briefly met Mrs. Roberts at a PTA meeting and were impressed with her obvious devotion to her job and her students. I was also impressed with her looks! She was in her mid-forties, I guessed, but was very attractive with a firm and sensual figure. She wore a modest and rather plain dress, but it was easy to see that she had large, well-formed breasts and a nice ass. Not exactly teacher qualifications, but for a horndog like me, nice eye candy. Debbie had elbowed me in the ribs and chided me as Mrs. Roberts walked away and I enjoyed her ass swaying seductively. So, here we were walking down the hall to Mrs. Hottie's room. I was looking forward to the meeting. Mrs. Roberts met us at the door with the appropriate hand shakes and greeting. As we entered the classroom, I notice that she shut and locked the door before joining us. She ask us to take seats in two straight chairs she had pulled in front of her teacher's desk. As we sat down, she leaned up against her desk, smiled and said, Thanks for coming. Let me first assure you that Sally is doing fine and this is not a meeting to discuss any specific problems. I just like to meet my students' parents so we can get to know each other better and work together to make the kids' education experience as good as possible. By-the-way, please call me Shirley. I hate formalities. As she was talking, she was looking Debbie and me directly in eye, moving from one of us to other smoothly as she talked. She had deep blue and very engaging eyes and talked with an unusually soothing voice. I felt myself relaxing and staring back into her eyes. Glancing at my wife, I saw she was also entranced by Shirley. Shirley continued, "I want both of you to relax and feel at ease. We didn't have much time together at the PTA meeting, but as soon as I saw you, I knew I wanted to get to know you both much better. I have a way of sensing which parents will be fun to get to know." The more she talked the more relaxed and comfortable I felt. I could sense myself slowly loosing control but in a wonderful way. I also notice that Shirley was getting more attractive and seductive. Debbie was apparently feeling the same as her breathing was noticeably deeper and her nipples were pressing against her blouse. As I look back, our transformation was indeed a strange thing, but at the time, I was feeling great. I should also say that my cock was getting very hard. Shirley continued to look at us with her penetrating eyes smiling and talking. She pushed herself up to a sitting position on her desk and spread her legs slightly as her dress scooted up a little past her knees. I noticed Debbie lean slightly forward as she stared at Shirley's legs. Shirley looked at Debbie and said, "Debbie, you're a very beautiful woman." Debbie replied with a somewhat shaky monotone voice, "Th-thanks. You're very lovely yourself." I just sat there unable to move or speak. "Why thank you Debbie." Shirley said. She then spread her legs more and adjusted her position so we could see her pantyless crotch. Her pussy was in full view and was obviously wet. Her vulva was enlarges and her clit protruded between the inflamed lips. Shirley reached out her hand toward Debbie and said, "I can tell you're enjoying looking at my cunt, Debbie, why don't you lick it for me." I was shocked to see Debbie smile and lean forward as she said, "Oh, Id love to. It's so beautiful and so wet. I want to eat your pussy and make you cum." I couldn't believe my eyes or ears. My very conservative and bashful wife, who as far as I knew, had never had sex with another woman or had never been unfaithful to me was eagerly eating this total stranger's cunt. I sat there watching unable to move or speak, but getting more excited and hard by the minute. As Debbie's mouth found Shirley's cunt, Shirley unbuttoned her dress to and exposed her large breasts to my view. As she pinched and twisted her nipples, she looked at me and said, "John, why don't you take out that big cock I see in your pants so I can get a better look." I jumped up, unbuckled my pants and let them slide down to my ankles. As I do not wear underwear, my nine inches of hard cock meat bounced up against my stomach with a slapping noise. Shirley said, "It's wonderful! Why don't you eat your wife's ass while she's sucking on my cunt. Then I want to watch you fuck her ass." I immediately kneeled behind Debbie and pulled her skirt up and her thong off. I then happily spread her ass cheeks and began fingering her pussy while I ate out her asshole. I can't tell you how exciting that was. When she was lubed up, I stood up behind her and placed my cock at her little brown hole. As I eased my cock into her ass, she began moaning into Shirley's cunt. As I fucked Debbie in the ass, Shirley placed her hand behind Debbie's head and pulled her hard into her pussy. "Eat that pussy you slutty mother. Make your daughter's teacher cum on your face. Fuck her hard, John. Fuck the shit out this slutty cunt-licker." Her words excited both of us into a sexual frenzy. I shot my load up Debbie's ass just as Shirley came in her face. Debbie joined us with her own orgasm as she received my cum and Shirley held her face tightly into her cunt. As I pulled out of Debbie's ass, Shirley jumped down and grabbed my cock and shoved it in her mouth. As Shirley eagerly sucked the cum and shit off my cock, Debbie stood and gave me a passionate kiss. I could taste Shirley's pussy juices as we tongued each other. After Shirley had cleaned my cock, she looked up at Debbie and said, "Get up on the desk and spread your legs so I can eat John's cum out of your ass. John, you fuck me while I eat your lovely wife's ass and cunt". Debbie and I were happy to comply. Debbie got on the desk, spread her legs open and placed her feet on Shirley's shoulders as she leaned in cobbled up Debbie's cunt. I stood behind Shirley and rammed my hard cock into her cunt and began to fuck her. Debbie looked at me and said, "Fuck her, John. Fuck her nasty cunt. God, she's eating my pussy so good. I going to cum again." As the three of us were sucking and fucking, I heard the classroom door opening. The school principle stepped in, replaced his keys in his pocked and relocked the door. Mr. Smithson looked at me and smiled as he unzipped his pants and took out the biggest cock I've ever seen. He walked over to us stroking his monster cock. Debbie had noticed him by now and her eyes bugged out as she looked at his huge cock. "My god, is that fucking thing real?" Debbie squealed. When she heard Debbie, Shirley looked up at smiled at Mr. Smithson. "Hi, Tom. Glad you could join us." Tom said, "I wouldn't have missed it for the world Shirley. I see you've got the little wife all warmed up for me." "I sure do. She's just as tasty and hot as we thought she'd be. Her husband has a wonderful cock and as you can see, knows how to use it." "He surely does. John, why don't you get my cock ready for your wife's pussy before I fuck her." Mr. Smithson was staring into my eyes with the same penetrating look that Shirley had employed earlier. I have never sucked cock before, but I found myself pulling out of Shirley's cunt and kneeling in front of Tom stroking his huge monster cock. I could barely get my hand wrapped around his dick. As I stroked him, I stretched my mouth over his cock head. I could barely get three or four inches in my mouth, but continued to stroke it as I sucked up and down and swirled my tongue around the head. I couldn't believe what I was doing. I was really enjoying sucking this huge cock. My wife was watching me with deep interest. "Suck his big cock, John. My god that's so hot! Suck him good, darling. Get him ready for my cunt. I want that big cock slamming my pussy." After just a few minutes o me sucking him, Mr. Smithson pulled out of my mouth and said, "Okay Shirley, get out of the way. I'm ready to fuck this slutty mom's cunt." Shirley pulled her head out of my wife's cunt and took her boss' big cock and guided into Debbie's hot, wet pussy saying, "Here it comes, Debbie." Debbie watched as the monster plunged deep into her pussy. "Oh fuck! He's so fucking big. Fuck me, Mr. Smithson. Fuck my slutty mommy-cunt." As I watch the principal slam his salami into my wife, Shirley stood beside me and said, "Doesn't that look hot, John? Don't you love watching his big cock fuck you slutty wife's cunt?" The principal pulled his big cock out of Debbie's pussy, raised her legs up over his shoulders and placed his cock at her asshole. "I'm going to fuck this slutty mom's ass and shoot my cum up her shit hole." Debbie cried out, "Please, no. I can't take that up my ass. It's too big." As she said this, the principal began pushing his fuck pole up her ass. Debbie cried out at first, but as he eased further up her ass, she calmed down and began to fuck back at him. "Oh shit, fuck my ass, goddamn, fuck it. I love it. Look, honey, he's fucking your wife's tight little ass. Oh god, I'm, going to cum again. As she said this, the principal began shooting his cum up Debbie's ass. He grunted as he pulled out his nasty cock, "Fuck me, I came in this slut ass. I love it. Here, John clean me up while Shirley eats my cum out of your slut's cunt." The next thing I remember, Debbie and I were sitting in the car looking at each other. "What the fuck just happened?" I asked her. "Damned if I know, but it was really hot" Let's get home so you can fuck my pussy. I'm still hot and need more cock". I can't wait until out next parent-teacher conference! Parent-Teacher Conference You walk through the halls towards Room 312. You’re dressed professionally, in a smart, charcoal colored business suit with a fitted skirt that falls just above your knee. Your red heels clack loudly as your hurry through the school; heels high enough to accentuate your shapely calves, but still low enough to be sensible. A red silk blouse shows at the cuffs and the collar – framing your naturally ample breasts, and revealing your deep cleavage. A little skin always helps these things along, you think. You hate these things, parent-teacher conferences, but every semester you force yourself to come. “Your child just isn’t applying themselves……..your child isn’t participating…....we’ve had discipline problems with your child.” You’ve heard them all before, or variations of the same……hardly ever varying. It’s very rare if anyone goes home happy. You reach Room 312 and stop short of the door. The shades are drawn behind the window in the door. You quickly adjust your jacket and smooth your skirt; you check you hair in the reflection; demurely wound atop your head, held in place by a pair of black chopsticks. Checklist complete, you open the door and walk through. The room is a large chemistry lab, with rows of high work tables and stools facing a wooden desk sitting in front of the chalkboards. Leaning against my desk, I stand as you walk in. Dressed in a tweed jacket and black slacks, I glance at the clock on the wall and a stern look flicks across my face. You look and read 6:07pm; you glance down at the slender gold watch on your wrist: 5:58pm. Damn, you think, how could my watch be SO wrong? You open your mouth to speak, but I cut you off with a wave of my hand. “Now that you’re finally here, we can begin.” I gesture towards the first bench, “Please have a seat.” You walk around and try to sit on the first stool; you have to hike your skirt a little too high for comfort to climb up, and balancing on the small stool behind the open front tables leaves you feeling a tad exposed. I take a position leaning against my desk directly in front of you. I open a manila folder and you see your daughter’s name written in large letters across the tab. Glancing up, you notice that I am not looking in the folder, but rather over it. Feeling my eyes creeping up your skirt to the tops of your stockings, you squirm in your seat, pulling your knees together. “I could recite the litany of issues that your daughter is having,” I begin. “But what it all boils down to is a lack of focus and discipline. I’m afraid that, if she cannot develop the proper discipline, I will be forced to fail her.” Your mouth drops open slightly and your face warms with anger—you had no idea things were THIS bad. She has already been accepted to college next year, been granted a scholarship. All of these things are now at risk because of her poor performance in my class. You begin to stammer, “W-what can be…” I stop you with a wave of my finger and stand. “I’m sorry, but in my classroom you do not speak, unless given permission.” You can’t believe what you’ve just heard, but as you begin to protest, I catch your gaze with mine. Something in my eyes tells you it is not wise to continue that thought. I continue, “My classroom is one the most disciplined in the school; but out of it, your children….your daughter gets a first rate education. I am tough on them, but out of a little adversity, they flourish.” I turn back to the desk, leaning back against the edge. I leer again at your thighs and stockings; as you start to turn your knees away, I shift to your eyes. You lower your eyes, breaking my stare, your legs still. “You may ask one question, now.” You look up and I nod, almost imperceptibly, as if to say, well? You think carefully, hearing the stress I placed on the word one. “What is causing my daughter’s performance to drop in your class?” I look at you… I pick up the manila folder again, opening it. I begin to pace around the table. “It seems that she….that both of you…..have undergone some…..” I lean close into your ear and whisper, “adversities, this year.” Your breath catches…How could he, you think, he couldn’t possibly know…. Reading further, I continue pacing around the table, “You both came home early from a shopping trip, and walked in on your husband,” I turn to catch your eyes with mine, my face inches from yours. “…FUCKING his assistant, in YOUR bed.” The expletive impacts you like a blow; your breathing becomes shallow, your face flushes. You cannot avert your eyes, held in place by mine. “Discovered, your husband discarded you for this girl, almost your daughter’s age.” Hot tears begin to flow down your face, dripping off your chin. “Your daughter’s problems stem from the fact that EVERYONE in school knows this story. EVERYONE knows what happened……to YOU.” I sit back on the edge of the desk. I leer again at your thighs. You sit motionless, legs apart, allowing me full view of the tops of your stockings and your lacy panties beyond. You glance up, noticing my stare, but remain stationary. I rise again and walk over to the table. I lay my hand upon yours on the table. “I can give your life discipline…order…allow you to help your daughter back to where she needs to be. Would you like my help?” You mutter something, unintelligible, your chin resting on your chest. I reach down, pull your face upward, “Would you like my help?” “Yes, please,” you murmur. “Yes, please, what?” I demand, softly. A questioning look passes across your face, then understanding—you shake your head slowly side to side, lowering your head again. “No, please,” you sob. Standing up, I pull my hands away from your face. “Very well, perhaps I shall have better results, if I instruct your daughter, personally.” Your head snaps up, your face ashen: “No……” you whimper. I lean into your face, inches away. “No, what?” “No……master,” you moan, averting your eyes. “Very well,” I announce walking back to the desk. “We shall have your first lesson tonight. Step around the desk, please.” You slide off the stool, and walk around to me. I point to a spot near the desk. “Stand there, and free your hair, please.” You reach up slowly and pull the sticks from your hair, freeing it from the top of your head. You run your fingers through your hair on either side of your head, and it cascades across your shoulders. You drop your hands back to your sides. “Very good,” I say, admiring the result. “Now, remove your suit.” Your hands tremble as you work the buttons on the jacket; you slide it off your shoulders, allowing it to fall to the floor. Reaching around behind you, you unfasten the button on the skirt’s waistband and release the zipper. Freed, the skirt falls off your hips, joining the jacket. My scrutiny of your body continues; I gesture, a circular motion instructing you to turn. You step forward out of the skirt, and begin to turn slowly, your blouse still covering your body, revealing flashes of lace between the shirttails at your hips and the tops of your stockings. I make a small vertical gesture towards your blouse and your hands begin to work the buttons, one by one, until the blouse hangs undone on your shoulders. Your magnificent breasts now show, barely restrained by the black lace brassiere. A small horizontal movement of my fingers, and your shirt joins the pile of clothing on the floor. I approach, walking slowly in circles around you. Your breasts swell, supported by the gauzy black demi-bra; your large areolas peeking above the frilly edge. Your nipples press firm, erect against the fronts of the cups; brushing them with a finger, I am rewarded by your sharp intake of breath. Your firm body quivers slightly, hands clasped in front of your panties. I caress the back of your hand lightly, and your hands drop to your sides, revealing your low-cut panties. A small wisp of pubic hair extends above the waist. I continue to study your body. “There doesn’t seem to be anything WRONG with your body. Why would your husband of nineteen years just DISCARD you? Let me see your breasts, now.” Tears continue to run down your face, dragging your makeup with them. Dark drops of mascara and shadow form on the tops of your breasts as you reach between them to undo the front clasp. Released, they fall free, bouncing slightly. You shrug the straps off, and the bra drops away. I take one breast in my hand--looking at it, turning it, twisting it—as if inspecting produce for sale. “No, these are fine: firm, not sagging…much.” I step back, finger bent and tapping on my chin, in deep thought. “Let me see your cunt…now.” Again the expletive is palpable. You want to hesitate, but unbidden your hands drop to the waist of your panties and slide under. You begin to slip them down when I stop you. “No….that won’t do….” I interject. I point to the bench behind you. “Bend over. I’ll need a good look to determine what’s wrong with you.” You turn and lay across the bench, your breasts pressed against the cold aluminum countertop. Your nipples react, becoming painfully erect and you try to shift your body to relieve the pain. I place my left hand in the middle of your back, holding you in place. With my right hand, I draw your panties down to your knees. “Hold STILL!” I bark, releasing your back and stepping away. “Spread your ass, now.” You bring your hands back to your ass. Removing your hands from the table resumes the pressure on your throbbing nipples, but you keep moving your hands back to grasp your buttocks. You slowly spread the cheeks until you can feel the air conditioning blow across your exposed anus. The cold air is shocking, and you stop, hoping it’s enough. “No, no….” I sigh, kneeling. I reach up and grab your inner thigh with each hand, pulling your pussy open until you think it will split. “Like this!” You shift your hands lower to hold your painful cunny open for my inspection. I look, turning my head one way, then the other. I probe the moist pink tissue of your box with a fingertip, running along the lips and down to your clit. I stand back up and return to the edge of my desk. I leave you lying there, exposing yourself to me, and I shake my head. “Maybe……” I begin, trailing off. “Are you FRIGID? Is that why your husband threw you away?” I walk over to you, and lean down to your ear. “I want you to finger yourself. Make yourself WET, if you can.” Your hands shift, one hand spreading your swelling pussy lips between your fingers. The other begins to stroke, in and out, two fingers disappearing inside your soaking hole. As they reappear, you rub your erect clit. You close your eyes, focusing on the task at hand, fingers moving faster, harder. Your breathing becomes shallower as you near climax. *WHAM!* I bring my hand down on the tabletop and your eyes spring open; your hands stop their assault on your pussy. I grab the hair on the top of your head and pull your eyes to look at me. “Did I TELL you that you could cum? No…….you are not permitted to until I SAY you can, do you understand?” You nod, difficultly, your hair still in my grasp. The fluttering of ecstacy that was rising within your hot cunt begins to subside. “You will finger yourself, but you will not climax,” I order. With my other hand, I unzip my fly and free my erect cock from my slacks. The tip of the rod hovers at your nose, my musky scent filling your nostrils. I say nothing, but look at you again with “Well?” in my eyes. You haven’t had a dick in your mouth since you were your daughter’s age, but without thinking, your neck cranes forward and you wrap your lips around the head of my shaft. Sucking, you draw my cock into your hungry mouth. Your hands begin to fondle your clit again, slower--maintaining your pent up passions, but not allowing them to release. Pulling you towards me by your hair, I begin to fuck your throat—deeper, harder, touching the back of your throat with each thrust. With your head pulled upwards, the tip of my cock can probe deeper; you gag when my dick reaches the furthest reaches of your throat. Spit bubbles form at the corners of your mouth, your lipstick smears along the length of my erection. Throughout this, though, you continue to suck at my rod, hard and frantic, drawing my cock back every time I draw it out. I pull out, your lips still sucking at the air, and release your head. Your face sinks to the table, settling in the puddle of saliva that has escaped your mouth. You raise your head, exhaustion showing on your face; I look down your body, and see your hands still working at your pussy. I cup your face in my hands. “There’s nothing wrong with you that I can find. Your husband must have been an idiot.” I walk around the table. I pull your hands from your flowing cunny and place them on the table beside you. As I lean forward, the tip of my cock brushes your pussy and you tense, as if an electric current was run through your entire body. I place my hand on your ass, patting softly. “You’ve done well for your first lesson. You deserve a reward.” I reach down and guide my erection towards your swollen mons. Juices run down your legs, soaking your panties and stockings. As I touch your pussy again, you thrust backwards to meet me. I spread your lips, and guide my cock inside. Your body shudders at my touch, and I begin thrusting harder and faster. You begin to utter feral noises, guttural groans and yelps as I continue to impale you. Your hips thrust backwards to meet each drive of my cock. After what seems to be no time at all, I feel the beginnings of an orgasm begin to shudder through your naked body. My tempo increases, quicker, attempting to bring my own climax as well. Your body trembles, then convulses as the orgasm floods over you like a sea wave. The abandoned orgasm from before adds to the crest of your passion, exponentially. You cum for what feels like days. ------------------------------ I stand at the window in the door peering around the blind. Parents, students and teachers pass the room, hurrying to their assigned meetings. You walk up beside me, dressed, repairing your make-up with a compact mirror. “God, I needed that,” you say, closing the compact. You reach inside your jacket and draw out a small bank envelope, handing it to me. “Worth every penny, as always.” I take the money and put it into my jacket pocket as you begin to wind your hair back up. I reach over and take the chopsticks from your hand. “Leave it down,” I suggest. “You look much more feminine that way.” “No, it doesn’t fit with my image as a…..” I turn your eyes to mine. “Leave…it…down.” You smile, “Yes, master.” You look out the window at the crowds and then at your watch, 7:27pm. You reach up to correct the classroom clock and turn to the door. “I hate these things,” you whine mildly. “Why can’t we just stay here?” I open the door and we walk out. “Because you’re the principal.” Parent Teacher Conference At the end of my first semester at the university my grades were not up to mom's expectations to say the least. To continue in pre-law I needed at least a 3.5 or better and when mom received the news that I was only at a 3.1 she really freaked out. As the sole provider of our household she managed to get a scholarship through her law firm but the partnership was firm that unless my first year ended in a minimum of 3.5. Maybe it doesn't sound like a big deal to those reading this but I had always maintained a 3.8 up until now. The class that was pulling me down the most was English Composition in which it demanded my learning the newer A.P.A. (American Psychological Association) form of formal critical writing. I had started to date a really cute girl in my Critical Thinking class and was spending all my extra time trying to get into her panties but to no use. She had taken a lot of my time teasing me and saying she loved me, yet she refused to let me get physically close. Shit I wasn't getting more than a lot of promises and a few handfuls of her amazing tits and yet I was dating her 3-4 nights a week. Beside the time away from my studies, I had managed to spend almost half of the money I had saved in my summer job on her thinking I had found true love. Every date started with a lot of promise but ended up with frustration in which the only sex I was getting was from the 'rosy palm club'. I had kept the truth of my problems from mom by telling her I was being tutored after school and studying with another class member. Mom called for a parent teacher meeting and after it was over she was angrier than I had ever seen her. "I can't believe you've been lying to me...your own mother. I worked my ass off getting you this scholarship and you're pissing it away. I want to know exactly what the hell is going on. The thing that hurts the most is your lying to me...you've never told me a single lie in your whole life and now..." Mom couldn't finish because she broke down sobbing. I felt like shit so I pulled into the park across from the campus and parked under a tree to hide us from the bright park lights. I didn't want to see mom's tears and sure as hell didn't want her to see the tears beginning to well up in my eyes. I was never so ashamed of myself and the lies I had told just to try and get some pussy from Linda. After mom calmed down and was able to speak she saw the tears in my eyes and realized I was ashamed at what I had done. "I'm relieved Randy to realize you finally recognize what you've done to our relationship. Now I want the truth...the whole truth of why you lied, and what has taken you away from your studies. Is it drugs?" I shook my head no and remained silent. I knew the only way to patch things up would be to tell her the truth but how...how could I tell her I was so horny for sex I had screwed up my first semester? How could I tell her a girl at school was driving me crazy because I wanted to lose my cherry and find out what it was like to have sex with a woman instead of jacking-off all by myself night after night? I knew if I told it like it was she would be shocked finding out her son was some kind of pervert who couldn't get his mind off wanting to get laid. Mom sat there in the dark still sniffling and waiting for a long time for me to open up and tell her what was going on. Finally she took my hand and slid closer to me to try and comfort my tears and get me to talk it out. "Honey, you've never had a problem telling me what's on your mind. We've always been so close...especially since your dad and I divorced. You said it isn't drugs...is it a girl?" Mom as usual somehow knew more about me at times than I knew about myself. When she said that; I began to silently cry and as the tears came spilling down my face from shame, mom started crying all over again. "I thought that might be the problem honey...your 19 years old and never really had a close relationship with a girl. Have you ever actually had sex with a girl?" When I didn't respond mom said; "So you're still a virgin at nineteen? Oh my god honey you must have hormones that are driving you crazy. No wonder I have to change your sheets nearly every day. Your mattress is so stained from semen I had to turn it over so it could finally dry out and now the other side is getting just as stained." Mom chuckled and her laughter broke the ice and I began opening up to her. "Geez mom...how embarrassing to know you have to deal with my night dreams and bed sheets and all..." "Night dreams my ass...I hear you masturbating and moaning clear across the hall and into my room night after night. So tell me...exactly what's been going on to ruin your grades." I spilled my guts and told her all about Linda...trying to get pussy (no I didn't use those words...I said 'sex') and how I had spent way too much money trying to get her to love me enough to allow me to get into her pussy. It took a long time (thank goodness for the dark because I'm sure my face was as red as the burning I felt in my cheeks from shame to tell such things to my mother. "Ok...now how are we going to handle this problem? What do you think needs to be done to get you back on track towards success in your studies young man?" "Well, I guess I should give up on Linda...it's never gonna happen and I'm tired of trying for something that I shouldn't have gotten involved with. All its cost me is my grades and a lot of money and more frustration than I can handle. Maybe I should get some counseling to find other ways to get my mind off of sex and finding the love from a woman I so much desire." Once again mom knew a lot more about the subject than I ever would have thought. "Don't try to pull the wool over my eyes Randy. You've gotten to that place in your life in which you need the close love of a woman and sex from that relationship on a regular basis to relieve all the raging hormones in those churning gonads of yours. Your producing so much sperm from your night dreams and masturbation I surprised you've managed to get the grades you salvaged. If we can get you the emotional and physical help your mind and body require you could be back on track in no time." "Yeah mom...all I have to do is find a willing, hottie, to fall in love with me give me all the sex I crave whenever I need it so I can get better sleep and have more time to devote to my studies. No problema, right?" What mom said next shocked me. "Absolutely baby. I have one lady at work...you know Marilyn; she not only thinks your cute, she is an absolute slut when it comes to men and I'm sure when I tell her what you need...she wouldn't mind at all giving you all the pussy you desire (that was the first time I ever heard mom say the word 'pussy'). She is one hot lady from what I hear from the guys in the office whispering at the water-cooler outside my cubicle. What do you think of my idea?" The thought of mom pimping for me was such a turn off I said; "No thanks mom...if I ever make it with a woman, it's got to be someone I love and respect and feels the same way about me. Sex is only a part of my problem and if they don't love me first...well I'll just keep to myself and try to overcome the situation and get back on track at school." That pretty much ended the conversation and mom became quiet as we drove home. She continued to hold my hand and pat my leg every once in a while letting me know she understood. Hell, I didn't want some slutty broad who gave it away to anyone with a hard cock. My dream of having any kind of fulfilling relationship would be with a lady similar to mom...someone I could trust and admire...a real woman who would love me for who I was. Not for my cock but for who I was as a person. By now you no doubt understand why I never got laid up to now. I wanted to have a real relationship based on someone who appreciated me and would share her body with me because of love...not just for the physical fucking. I thought Linda was that kind of person but she was like all the others I had known. Every time I had started to get close...they would back off. Oh, they would easily go out with me...let me spend money on them; however when it came to getting physically close they all put me off. Hell, I understood all to very well that I was no great looking guy and somewhat of a nerd and a loner. I probably came across to most girls as a guy desperate to fine 'true love'...if there ever was such a thing. Fuck it...I was just going to concentrate on school and jack myself into a stupor whenever I got to feeling sorry for myself or so horny I got blue balls; and forget ever about finding the right girl to share love and sex. If it came...fine; but if not...I'd just have to learn to live with it. I was really bumming out from this shitty day and disappointing mom. What I just told you...I told my mom on the way home in detail so she wouldn't worry about me anymore. She just kept squeezing my hand and patting my leg in a motherly way to let me know she understood some of what I was going through. The only thing she said was; "Baby, since you were a young man going through puberty I always knew you had a deep emotional side that wanted to be loved. I gave you what I could when you were young but I knew when you became a man, that only a women you loved and who would love you as much would satisfy your real needs." I pulled into the garage and went down stairs to my room after giving mom a hug and telling her one more time how sorry I was for what I had done. I gave her a kiss on the cheek and said, "If you ever find a lady at work that's like you mom, I'd give it a try but she would have to match up to the 100% love and care you've given me. Other than that...forget it." "Thanks for the compliment honey. Don't worry...everything will work out fine." I got ready for bed and laid in the dark staring at the ceiling thinking about how understanding and wonderful my mother was in forgiving me for what I had done at school and for my foolishness was with Linda. I started to get my usual hard-on as I thought about mom. Hell, it wasn't the first time I had dreams about her. I had a kind of love for mother that only Freud would understand. I wasn't so much thinking about physically screwing her (although that would be fantastic but an impossibility) as it was about the warmth, closeness, and knowing she loved me and would do anything to help me be a success and find happiness. Her offer earlier at the park to try and get me bedded with a lady in her office was proof she would go to any extreme to make me happy. What more could a son want from such a loving person? As I laid there in the dark stroking my cock and thinking about how wonderful mom was I heard a tapping on my door. "Honey...are you still awake?" "Yeah mom...just laying here thinking about all we talked about. Thanks for forgiving me and being willing to trust me again...thanks...I'm ok." "Can I come in...I have something I want to say before you go to sleep. Maybe it'll make things a bit easier for us both." "Sure...come in." I took my hand off my cock and turned on my side so she wouldn't see how hard and miserable physically I was in need of busting a nut. As she entered my room slowly, what I saw shocked me to the core. Mom came into my room wearing the sexiest god-dammed black lace night gown I had ever see. Hell, I didn't know she had even had such a sexy outfit until I remembered a guy she had started to date about a year ago and had asked my opinion would it be o if she invited him home one evening to spend the night. Even though I encouraged her because I wanted her to be happy it never happened and they broke up. I knew she wanted the love of a man...too bad things didn't work out between them. This night gown no doubt was what she told me about buying for him thinking he was the first guy since dad she had broken up. This fantastic nightgown she had on now was probably the one she was going to wear for him on their first night togethe. Then it hit me right between the eyes...mom was going to seduce me! "Oh my god mom...you look...so...beautiful." "I got so hot thinking about you and your problem baby, I just had to put it on to see what you thought when you saw me in it. Would it be ok if I got into bed with you to comfort you and try and make things easier on you? Maybe I can do more than talk...maybe..." At that moment, looking at her framed by the hall light showing me her sexy body and hearing her words, I shot a load of cum that shook my frame. "Oh my god honey...I'm so sorry. Obviously the thought of me in bed and touching you is disgusting." She turned to leave and I realized my tremor and facial grimace in unleashing a load of cum was mistaken for an expression of disgust at her offer to lay in bed and give me her love. "No mom...you are so wrong." I pulled back the covers to show my hard cock still dripping from a thick, gooey cum all over the sheets. "I lost it when I saw how beautiful you looked in the hall light in that fantastic outfit...but you don't have to do this for me. See...I'm ok. You don't have to try and give me more love than you already have given me as my mother. I wouldn't want you to do anything that you might regret later." She smiled and said, "Thank you baby, but I've wanted to hold and kiss you as more than your mother for a long time. If you'll let me get in bed with you I think both of us will finally let nature take its course...not as a mother and son but as a man and his woman who really cares." My cock immediately started to get hard once again and that brought another even wider smile on mom's face realizing I wanted her as much as she wanted me. "My bed's wet mom...how about we go to your room and laydown in some dry sheets." Mom walked over and slid onto my wet sheets and said, "Baby in a few more minutes were both going to wet this bed more than it is now." As she nestled into my arms and touched my cock and I started kissing her, she let out a shiver and said, "Here baby, feel what momma just did when I touched that big hard cock of yours." Taking my hand she slipped it under her nightgown and placed my fingers between the soft downy folds of her pussy...the first pussy I had ever touched and so much wanted to feel. Her quivering slit was slick with a foamy dollop of warm thick goo which I swirled upon my fingers and brought to my lip tasting her essence of love for the very first time. It was like an aphrodisiac that went from my lips to my brain and triggered what I was sure must have come from the primeval early depths of early man and woman. My cock began twitching from mom's slow and gentle touching and my balls began to swell with the familiar feeling of another cum..but this time being nurtured by true love. Mother sensed what was taking place and said, "you tasted me my darling, now momma's gonna get a really good taste of her man...don't hold back...cum in my mouth and fill me with your desire and show me how much you love me as your woman. We have all night to take care of that cherry of yours inside of my hot pussy. Tonight you are going to own me as your woman...not as just your mother. I'm going to give all of myself to you as my man." She dipped under the covers and began sucking my cock in a way I never dreamed could be so wonderful. True to her words, I began spurting a thick, warm sauce of my manhood in my dream girl's sweet mouth...my mother! Anyone who reads this and writes a response had better be respectful of the love we found that night. Any who wants to share our love and/or would like to know more of how wonderful incest can be between a mother and son who really love each other as man and woman can leave a comment and I'll tell you how great it went in making it with the most wonderful lady on this earth...my mother! In fact I just let her read this story of our first coupling that night and she agrees I should write more and tell you all she taught me about real love and just how far a woman is willing to go for her lover...even if he is her son! Signed Randy and Heather (son and mother) living happily in Southern California and sharing more than either ever thought would be possible. Parent-Teacher Conference How it all started I've always hated the stress and drama of parent/teacher conferences. It was one of the few times I'd really "dress up" so I can make a good impression on the parents. This was especially true with the first formal meeting as I figured if I look good, then they would take the news of their child's academic difficulties a little better. Therefore, I put up with a pantsuit or a blouse and nice skirt with stockings and garter belts. The only plus to all of this was we would go on a minimum day schedule. At least the shorter days meant I wasn't standing in my high heels for an entire day. In an effort to finish more quickly, I had several conferences scheduled back to back for the first three days, allowing me to have a chance to go home early for a couple of days. I also hated staying late on Fridays, especially when I'd decided to wear a skirt and heels, but I had two different parents who had begged and promised to come if I would stay. So, I figured I'd get some grading done, and do some extra planning while I waited. My first appointment showed up early while I was finishing my grade-book work. The parents walked in and asked if it was okay if they were early. I was so thrilled at the prospect that I might get to go home early that I went through the report card rather quickly. I did explain the student's strengths and weaknesses and answered all of the mother's questions, even making suggestions for things the family could do at home. The parents left happy with the report and I continued with my work. As I waited for the second parent, I sat at my desk listening to my iPod and planned my next month's lessons. I had finished my grade-book and I was hoping to get ahead of my lesson plans so I could have an occasional afternoon to myself. It was then I realized I needed to change my wall and add the stack of new student work that I had gathered this week and sorted. I sighed, stood up, took the stack of papers from my desk, grabbed my stapler, and my small ladder. I kept the ladder by the window with the emergency grate so even my shortest student could open it if an emergency were to occur. I hooked my iPod into the waistband of my skirt, put my ear buds into my ears, stood on the ladder, and removed the old work with my staple remover. Once the old work was down, I began stapling the new work where the old work once hung. I was standing on the top step reaching to put an assignment on the wall when suddenly I felt a hand on my back. I yelped and jumped nearly falling off the ladder, dropping my stapler and some papers. Standing there, a tall, dark haired man looked at me, smiled and mouthed something that looked like, "Sorry." He was quite handsome, dressed so impeccably in a dark suit and tie. His black hair seemed a bit mussed, but his light brown eyes were piercing, reminding me of creamy caramel, and I was quite embarrassed. I took the ear buds out of my ears and smiled back at him. "Are you Mr. Stone?" I asked. "Yes. Are you Ms. Perry?" he said in a deep, sexy voice as he bent over, picked up the fallen papers and my stapler, and handed them back to me. "Thanks... and yes... I am," I replied as I smiled and blushed. I checked the time and realized he was late and I had lost track of time. I pulled my iPod out of my waistband and began to wrap my headphones around it. "Did you have trouble finding my room?" "No, but I got caught in traffic. I'm sorry to make you to wait so long for me." "Oh it was no big deal. I had some work I needed to do anyway. Would you please sit down," I said as I motioned to an empty chair near my desk where I had the parents sit to either brag on their kids or break the bad news to them. He reached his hand up to help me, I smiled, took it and I stepped down. Now I could easily tell just how tall he was, at least six-foot, and I caught myself staring into his eyes for a bit longer than I should have. Once I snapped myself out of my momentary daze, I escorted him to my desk, and pulled out the report card for his son. He sat down as I did and said, "I'm really sorry for startling you. I thought you heard me walk in." "It's my fault. I knew you were coming. I guess I had the volume to loud," yet, even as I said that I was sure the volume wasn't up that high. "Well, your door was open." It was like he was trying to justify his entry to me. Of course he was right, I had left my door open so the parents would know I was available and in the room. This wasn't that unusual for me to do so, especially if I was expecting someone, or had a student in the room after school so no one would think I was being a bad teacher. These days, you can't be too careful, and I don't need someone accusing me of inappropriate touching. Moreover, some parents were quick to sue over anything, real or not. Quickly, I switched into my teacher mode and went over his son's report card, an overall good report card for this time in the school year and the meeting went rather well. When I asked him if he had any questions for me, he looked at me as if he had a question, but then said, "No." We shook hands to part, and I grabbed my things and followed Mr. Stone out to the parking lot. I decided that after my long day and my meeting with Mr. Stone, I was in no mood to cook, and was way over due for a nice dinner. Of course, on my budget, a 'nice dinner' looked a lot like a local family restaurant that e-mailed me coupons often, so I could eat for under fifteen bucks with tip. As I loaded my things in my car, Mr. Stone walked up and asked, "I hope I didn't get you in trouble with your husband?" I smiled and said, "No, you didn't. I'm not married." "Boyfriend?" he asked. I smiled and said, "No boyfriend either." "An attractive woman like you is single?" he asked and smiled again. "It happens, I guess I'm just too picky for my own good," I explained. "Heading home alone then?" he asked. "Actually, I'm going to get something to eat, I'm not in the mood to cook tonight." As I closed my trunk he asked, "Where are you going?" "I'm not sure yet. I know I don't want fast food so I figured I'd drive around until I found something nice and cheap." "May I join you then?" he asked. I must admit, I was more than a little surprised. Here was this handsome father asking me if he could join me for dinner. It did worry me that this did seem a bit inappropriate to go on a date with this man, but I rationalized that it was only dinner. However, I didn't want an unpleasant surprise, like his wife showing up and wanting to kick my ass. Thus, I asked the question I didn't want to ask. "Well, Mr. Stone, isn't your wife waiting for you at home?" He lowered his head and sighed, "My wife and I are separated." He shrugged his shoulders and continued. "And it's Oliver, please. So how about it, I mean, it's just dinner?" I giggled and said, "Oliver... Stone? As in the director?" "Yeah," he said with a sheepish smile. "However, I'm younger and not nearly as rich." "I'm sure you get that a lot." "Not as often as you'd think. So, how about that dinner?" I smiled and said, "Oh, okay, and please, call me Alexis. Do you have any suggestions of a nice quiet kid-free place we can go?" He smiled big and his brown eyes lit up. "Alexis, what a beautiful name. Why don't we drop your car off at your house and I'll take you to a nice quiet place that I almost never see kids at." This made me a bit nervous, as I wasn't comfortable with parents knowing where I lived, even such a handsome young father as Oliver. "I don't know," I hesitated. "I mean, how do I know you're not some stalker or a serial killer?" He looked down at me and smiled. "I guess you have a valid point, Alexis. How about this, you park your car at my hotel and then I'll drive us to dinner." "Hotel?" I asked. "Yeah," he said blushing. "I'm only in town for the night and I'm in the middle of a job transfer and promotion so I haven't been able to secure an apartment, thus I've been living in hotel rooms. I'm hoping that once the dust settles I can either work on saving my marriage, or ending it. Either way, I want to do what's best for my... um... son." His long pause before the word son gave me some concern. It was like he was trying to remember the gender of his child. I knew this was silly as he was probably just tired and hungry, his proposal seemed reasonable, and at least he wouldn't know where I lived. "Okay, let's go," I said. I followed him to one of the nicest hotels in town, parked my car, and let him take me to a nice, secluded, romantic restaurant I had never seen before. This wasn't that big of a surprise as I couldn't afford places like this, and I never really date men of this caliber, so why would I even know they exist. When we arrived, I was concerned because I couldn't afford such a nice place, but when I tried to protest, he assured me that dinner was on him to make up for his tardiness and for me not to worry. I blushed from my embarrassment as we walked in together. The place seemed empty at first, then I realized that the way the booths were set, you couldn't see anyone unless they walked right in front of your table. Several of the tables were hidden behind heavy red curtains as I saw a waiter emerge from behind one. We were escorted to a nice table, lit by candles, sat down and began to read the menus. Everything looked good, and the prices weren't too outrageous to my relief, so I knew I didn't have to worry about what I ordered. I won't lie, was more than a little surprised. A restaurant this nice and you could still get a steak for a fair price. The waiter arrived and Oliver ordered a bottle of white wine. We placed our orders, then toasted to a nice dinner and a good report card. The wine was sweet, crisp, and a bit fruity. I was sure it was expensive as my experience with wine was rather limited, and never this good. When the waiter brought our dinners, he dropped our curtains so we were isolated in our own little secluded room. We enjoyed a wonderful dinner and an even better conservation. He told me about his work as a fashion buyer, his recent promotion to Marketing Manager for a designer I had never heard of, but then, if it wasn't a name I saw at the local Target or Wal-Mart, then I probably didn't know who they were. He also explained that he was to leave early in the morning for an important meeting in Europe and would be gone for a few weeks. When I asked how his son felt about his being gone for so long, he looked at me confused for a moment, then said, "Well, isn't that what Skype is for?" I blushed and said, "Do you use Skype a lot with your son?" "Not as often as I should," he said sadly. I smiled and squeezed his hand. "Don't be angry with yourself. I know many students whose parent is away in the military and if it wasn't for the Internet, they'd never see or talk to their mom or dad. I know it's not the same thing for you, but know that you're doing the best you can, considering your situation." After a bottle and a half of wine, I was feeling more relaxed and comfortable. Oliver was a wonderful man, so funny and warm, and such a doting father. I was letting my mind wander and started thinking that I really wanted to kiss him, when suddenly he kissed me. It was a kiss filled with shock and enjoyment. He forced his tongue into my mouth and they danced together for a moment when he suddenly pulled away. He blushed and said, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have been so forward, but I've wanted to do since the first time I saw you." I smiled and said, "There is nothing for you to be sorry for," and kissed him again. The second kiss was even better than the first kiss. I was glad we were hidden because I would have been more than a little embarrassed to be seen kissing in public like this. He put his arms around me and pulled me in close. There was a small part of me that wanted to resist, as if something was telling me that this was wrong, but I pushed that thought aside and wrapped my arms around him. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a slut, but it had been a long time since a man had kissed me like this. I felt his hands rub my back, my arms, and my legs. I felt so glad I worn a skirt instead of a pantsuit. I continued to kiss him, his lips, across his cheek, nibble his earlobe, and rub his back as I felt myself melt. One of his hands moved to my breasts as he kissed down my neck. I gasped as I felt his fingertips brush my right nipple. He began to unbuttoned my blouse, and soon was running his hand over my bra. I pulled back and breathlessly protested, "We'll get caught." He smiled a wicked 'I've-got-a-secret' smile and said, "No we won't. Trust me." 'Trust me,' his words echoed in my head. How could I trust him when I don't even know this man. He kissed me again as he slid his hands into my bra and began massaging my breast. He kissed down my jaw and I leaned back as he kissed down my neck. I gasped when his lips touched my nipple through my bra sliding his hand out and holding my breast so his mouth could kiss the exposed flesh my bra wasn't covering. I began breathing harder and laid my head back on the seat back, my mind racing about how wrong this all was, but how good it all felt. I didn't want him to stop, but he did. He kissed up my neck, and began kissing my lips again. Then I felt his hands slide down my sides, to my legs. He began to rub my thighs, and then I felt him slide his hands up my thighs, under my skirt to my thong panties. When he touched me over my panties, I gasped to keep from moaning. "Shhhh," he whispered. "We may not be seen but we can be heard." He kissed me hard as he touched me under my skirt. Inside I was screaming, 'TAKE ME! BEND ME OVER THE TABLE AND FUCK ME!' Instead, I just breathed hard and kissed him harder. I felt him slide my panties to the side and his fingers near my lips and my clitoris. I could feel my wetness. I could feel him touching me, making my body both melt and come alive. I knew I had to touch him. I reached down and unbuckled his belt. My fingers were fumbling as he continued to touch me. I got the belt free, unbuttoned his pants, unzipped them, and reached inside. I took his penis in my hand. It filled my palm like nothing I'd ever felt before. Let me tell you, his man was huge. I reached inside and began stroking the thick, hard shaft. I heard him gasp softly and I knew I had same effect on him he was having on me. A small part of me wanted to bend over and kiss his shaft, but the arm that was closest to me was wrapped tightly around my waist while he was kissing me so that I couldn't move. I'm not sure how long I enjoyed touching his penis, but I knew when he was ready for something more. He released my waist, moved his arm up, grabbed a fist full of my hair, and brought my mouth to his. The lust in his eyes was like nothing I'd ever seen. He removed his hand from my skirt to retrieve a condom from his pants pocket and tore it open with his teeth. He slipped the condom out, released my hair and rolled it on his firm, erect penis. Suddenly, his arm snaked around my waist again. He pulled me onto his lap so quickly, I didn't know what hit me, and slid deep inside me, in the little restaurant, in our little booth, my back against his chest, and his hand covered my mouth. He whispered in my ear, "You can't make a noise or they'll know what we're doing and I'll have to leave you sooner than I want." I nodded in compliance, more stunned than scared, and savored the feeling of him deep inside me. He slid his hand down to the top of my throat, holding my head up while he lifted me up and down with his other arm wrapped tight around my waist, and I knew it wouldn't be long before my climax would strike, even though I tried so hard to resist. He must have felt my resistance, because he began to thrust his huge erection deeper inside of me. Then he whispered in my ear, "I'm so close." I nodded back as he still had his hand on my throat; it was what he apparently wanted to know because he sped up and soon I could feel myself ready to explode. He moved his hand back to my mouth, holding it tighter than before, and with one last thrust, I moaned into his hand and felt my body tighten, explode, and relax. I thought I was going to pass out, as I just couldn't seem to get enough air into my lungs when he removed his hand from my mouth and started kissing my neck, just below my earlobe. When I had my bearings, I slid off his lap, grabbed my wine, and finished my glass in one greedy gulp. He smiled and sipped his wine, then said, "I'm sorry." "For what?" I asked confused. "I'm not usually like this," he assured me. "Well, for the record, I'm not like this either," I said. "I don't know what came over me. You're just so easy to talk to, and so beautiful that-" he suddenly stopped and took another drink from his wine, finishing his class and refilling both of our glasses, finishing the bottle. "I guess we chose to live in the moment," I whispered with a smile. "You know you're the first parent I've ever... um... done something like this with. I hope this doesn't mean you're taking your son out of my class." "Oh no," he said. "I would never do that. Any child would be lucky to have you as a teacher." "If you're referring to my clothes, I only dress like this for conferences," I explained. "Usually I'm more 'casually' dressed." "No," he said. "It's not your clothes. It's you. I can see that you really care. When I walked into your room, I could see your love for your students. The way your walls were decorated. How you were hanging their work with such care. The fact that you stayed late to meet me instead of going out on a Friday night." "It's part of the job," I explained. "No, not all teachers are as dedicated as you are." "Thanks." The waiter suddenly appeared and asked if we wanted dessert. I choked on my wine and resisted the urge to laugh. Oliver patted and rubbed my back until I was breathing normally again. I wanted so badly to say that we had already had dessert, but instead I said, "Is it possible to take something to go?" I took home a slice of pie, and Oliver took some cheesecake. We left the restaurant and returned to his hotel. I walked to my car, thinking our night was over, when he took my hand and asked, "Are you up for a walk?" "Sure, let me put my pie away," I said. I knew a good walk would help me process all that had occurred. The remainder of the evening we walked through the city talking about random subjects until I was exhausted and my feet were killing me. We got back to the hotel and he kissed me good night at my car. I thought he might ask me up but when he didn't, I smiled and climbed into my car. Then he asked, "Could I see you again?" "Yes," I said smiling. "That would be nice. When?" "Soon," he said. We kissed again, I started my car and watched him disappear into the hotel as I drove away. I thought as I drove home that I should have invited him back to my apartment, but part of me knew that was a dangerous idea so I didn't dwell on it too long. That night I relived our moment of passion in the restaurant and slept in late Saturday. I spent the remainder of the weekend reflecting on my Friday night, and preparing for the following week. Monday morning, I arrived early at the school ready to work when a woman I didn't know greeted me. "Ms. Perry?" she said. "Yes? May I help you?" I asked. She smiled and said, "I'm Mrs. Catherine Stone." My heart sank. Here she was, the wife of the man I had just had an illicit, tawdry affair with in a restaurant. I didn't know if I should confess or apologize. Instead, I squared my shoulders, shook her hand, and said, "Yes, good morning. Would you like to come in?" "Yes, please," she said. I unlocked my door, flipped on the lights, and escorted her into my classroom. Walking over to my desk, I asked, "I'm sorry, but I'm a bit confused, why are you here?" Parent-Teacher Conference "I was called out of town Friday at the last minute and I felt guilty about not making our meeting. Didn't you get my message?" 'Message? What message?' I froze in my tracks for a moment, suddenly I felt so used and betrayed. 'Who the hell did I meet with and fuck on Friday?' Smiling to hide my humiliation and shame, I said, "Well, would you like me to tell you what I told your husband when he met with me on Friday?" At this point, she looked confused, and asked "My husband?" "Yes," I said. "Mr. Stone came here about five-ish, I think, and we talked about your son. I remember because he scared me at first because I didn't hear him come in." Her face went pale and she sat down in the same chair he was in just a few days ago. She looked up at me and said, "I think you might be mistaken Ms. Perry. My husband is in Spain right now on a training mission. He's been there for over 3 weeks." Now I was confused. Whom did I meet with? In a way, my question was answered when I walked over to my desk and found the report card, the message about Mrs. Stone, and a note with a long-stemmed, red rose that read: I'm sorry for the deception. I promise I'll explain later who I really am. I hope you'll be willing to meet with me again. ~O I wanted to scream. I wanted to cry. I wanted to tell her everything. Instead, I cleared my throat and said, "Oh, you're right. I had your husband confused with a different father who came by to talk about his son and was running late. Since I originally had two parents scheduled for Friday, he was a last minute add-on as he had to leave for Europe on Saturday and begged me to meet with him, I squeezed him in. I guess since I only had two parents scheduled, and I met with two parents, I got mixed up. I'm sorry Mrs. Stone. Here's your son's report card." I'm sure I was blushing when we went over the grades. I think she bought my lame excuse, but what else could I say. 'A man who claimed to be your husband showed up, took me to dinner, and rocked my world?' I gave her the same explanation I had given the mystery man about the report card. When it was all over, she shook my hand and said, "I can see your dedication. And your walls are beautifully decorated. May I look at them?" "Um, oh yes, of course," I said. I looked at my walls, and hoped she wouldn't think me too lazy for not finishing up what I started on Friday. That was when I realized that all the papers I had been working on when the fake 'Mr. Stone' arrived were now neatly hanging on my wall, my stapler was back on my desk, in its normal place, and the stepladder was back under the window. I also noticed that a tear in the butcher paper background that I was going to hide with work was removed and replaced with a fresh piece of butcher paper. Now I was really confused, but I chose not to dwell on it. Later that day, I found a note in my school mailbox that said, I hope you don't mind that I fixed your wall and finished hanging the papers. I hope I did it the way you wanted it done. There was no signature, but I already knew who wrote it, the question was, why? ____________________________________ It's been over two months since that conference, and even though I haven't seen that mystery man again, I know he's around. Every Friday morning, I find a long red rose on my desk with a note that says: I'm sorry for the deception. I promise I'll explain later who I really am. I hope you'll be willing to meet with me again. ~O I've thought about going to that restaurant we went to, but I decided that if this mystery man really wants to explain, he will. So, next Thursday, I'm leaving him a note on my desk that says: I've gotten your notes, and I'm willing to talk and listen to your explanation and meet you again. Please, don't make me wait forever. ~A If he's serious, he'll find me. If this is a hoax, then I have great memories of a naughty tryst in a restaurant booth.