Fantasies Of Teacher
When I was a freshman in college, I had a big crush on my French teacher. She's an older woman, about forty-five, with a great rack, nice legs, and a tight rear. All day in class I fantasized about her. When I went home, I masturbated to a picture of her. One day after a class full of flirting and staring, I approached my teacher. I told her about my fantasy and how much I wanted her. Her face turned red as she looked around. She told me to meet her there after the day was over. I came when the bell rang. I saw her sitting on her desk. I told her I wanted to do her right on top of it. She told me we would on the condition that I could tell her what she taught that day in class. I had no idea since I had been day dreaming all day. I begged her to let me off the hook. She looked at me and said, "Alright." She turned and said, "Go to town." I bent her over her desk. It was the best sex I ever had. By the end of the year, we did it many more times. We still do it. I have a girlfriend now, and I'm trying to get her to have a threesome with us.
— Larry, 19