A Young Sex with my English Teacher

How to begin to relate my strange sex life? I could say that my sexual impulses began at the tender age of 15 when, for example, out of pure youthful curiosity, I heard moans from the director’s office and I saw through the door lock, my teacher of maths being Penetrated with the miniskirt raised up the waist by the director in a position where both were standing in front of the director’s window. It should be noted that my piggy director was at that time about 55 or 60 years, and the young lady who gave me math was about 19 years. So technically, more than an active sexual partner, it seemed that father and daughter maintained a very noisy sex relationship. At first I saw him with a face of amazement and the thought of “Hey friend, how the hell do you keep the rhythm with my teacher having gray hair and an old and shabby body?” But after my teacher was groaning, it was not Noisy or sharp, but a moan that made anyone (even the gay man in the class) get excited just by listening.

Naturally at my age of 15, I was too excited and could not stand my desire to masturbate. That might sound a bit disturbing but come on my friend. How many times in your life have you seen that kind of porn for free, live and with the front row seat? None, right? Then you will know that these golden opportunities do not happen every day. In the end, after that (which was my first sexual experience; I started obsessing with girls and skirts.

After that sexual experience, nothing exciting happened from that precise moment of my 15 years until I graduated from university. I was always a model student and the truth was that I focus so much on studies that little by little I forgot about my two strange obsessions until I set up my own Secondary School (at the age of no less than 30) and I started to hire personal. That’s when Miss O’Neall came into action.

I remember needing an English teacher. The previous one had resigned due to some marital problems between her and her husband (from what I had understood, he was deceiving her with a pregnant girl and surprised them both in the middle of the sexual act when she had returned to his house because he was Had forgotten the keys of the mother’s house). That led to the divorce and the geographic change of the teacher, she wanted to move from town to away from her ex-husband and pregnant lover. So I agreed to accept the resignation.

I was looking for candidates for the position of English language teacher on the internet when I saw Miss O’Neall. When I saw her photo I saw that she was a perfect woman in any sense: long golden hair, glasses, white skin, hypnotizing brown eyes, full lips and nose in perfect condition, very marked pompons and long neck. I saw his file and was named Roxanne O’Neall, 18 years old and intern of Riverton University.

My first impression was a feeling that my big penis was erect. She is about the same age as the teacher who had slept with my piggy director. So I decided to call her for the job interview.

“Good evening, with Miss O’Neall.

-She talks

– We are calling her from the Dussendorf Institute for the position of English language teacher. Can you come to a job interview tomorrow at 11:00 am?

– Of course. Thanks for the opportunity, we’ll see you tomorrow.

I have to admit one thing. He was excited to have her out tomorrow at 11:00 to see if Miss O’Neall’s body was up to his face. One thing is the face, another very different thing is the body. If you manage the face but not the body, it is like having a mustang with the engine of a FIAT 1. A shit.

  The day came and I was anxious to meet Miss O’Neall. When I knocked on the door I saw the body that he longed to penetrate. And God! Yes she was beautiful

  It was a 90-60-90 body, wearing high heels, a shirt but especially the garment that I liked the most had a red skirt.

We begin to talk about what is normally discussed in a job interview. In the end I said:

“Miss O’Neall, you’re a perfect candidate for the position of English teacher. Only one more test is missing.

“What is it, sir?”

You will have to do something that only you can do.

– And that’s sir?

– Satisfy me.

At this point in the game, I thought Miss O’Neall was going to run off to call the security guards, call the police or something like that for a misfit and pervert like me to be jailed.

But Miss O’Neall did not.

“Mr. Lewis, I’ll be glad to satisfy you, not the first time someone as handsome as you ask me that question.

As it was 11:30 and the students go down to eat in the dining room at 12:30, we had 60 minutes to satisfy us. It was not the first time I had sex in a limited period of time, so I started kissing those fleshy lips that was on that beautiful face. We exchanged kisses and savored those lips slowly and slowly. I love kissing, I admit it. The lady returned the kisses to me passionately; slowly my hands were unbuttoning her shirt so that she with her hands hugged me passionately. She took off her shirt and exposed some young model busts. She was taking it off while still kissing me passionately.

I started kissing her all over her body, and not fast kisses or slow, slow and moderate, she did it in every centimeter of her body. Her lips, her cheeks, came down her neck and I paused a little kissing her beautiful busts. My office had air conditioning, so I could feel her nipples hard. I could not resist the temptation and bit them gently. She groaned as she stroked my head. After almost 15 minutes kissing our bodies. She climaxed and she dropped her panties and put herself in position so that I would penetrate her vagina.I could not stand the desire to penetrate it anymore and I did. First soft, to feel every centimeter of that vagina inside my penis, her vaginal walls were tight (I deduced that men before me had not penetrated her so much, that she was beginning her sex life) so the sensation was exciting. With each penetration, with each rise and fall of my penis inside Miss O’Neall’s vagina. She moaned and moaned so she liked the feeling. And I did what every excited man would do in those moments.

I increased the pace of penetrations while massaging the breasts.

Of course, Miss O’Neall began to groan more often. With each penetration of my penis into her vagina, the excitement of our bodies increased. It occurred to me then to grab that nice hair that had and pull back. His cry was moderate and it was a mixture of excitement and pain. On his neck ran sweat drops, to wipe that nice neck, I licked. All this he did while he penetrated.

Suddenly the bell rings for lunch. Fortunately my office is closed, without windows and with a solid wooden door. And I have a great idea. I covered her mouth with my hand while it still penetrated hard. And there it was, in the position where one hand pulled back the lady’s hair while with my other hand I kept her mouth shut. I felt that the stream of semen was coming at any moment. So increase the speed of penetration inside your vagina, until I finally fill it with all my semen.

That was the first round. The second starts immediately after the first. No breaks. So that while she trembled from the excitement of the first round, she quickly felt the penetration of the second round. I still kept her mouth covered with my hand, but I had stopped pulling her hair and it occurred to me to twist a nipple while penetrating. The moans were almost immediate. She kept groaning as I penetrated hard and steady. And the second stream of semen again into her vagina. Already tired of the two rounds in a row, I set to rest a little, while I did, I felt like Miss O’Neall’s vagina drained my cum.

After resting for a while, I massaged her breasts, turned her around and kissed her as if we were two lovers. I told her I was engaged and she looked happy. We picked up the whole mess, put on our clothes again, and walked down the corridor to the street. While she was going to take the taxi, I only waited next week to have Miss O’Neall in my clutches again.

I like young girls. What can I tell you?