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Memoirs of a teacher Ithis story is part of the FanClub (fm:one-on-one, 2237 words) [1/2] show all parts

Author: farquasi
Added: Feb 01 2010Views / Reads: 2479 / 2242 [90%]Part vote: 9.00 (11 votes)
A young, first year teacher catches one of his senior students in the hallway after hours enjoying the company of a basketball player. She is so thankful that he doesn't turn her in that she offers to have sex with him. See what happens next
 


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Memoirs 1.....

It all started in Kirksville, Missouri. I was teaching in the lab school. It was the very end of the glorious '60s. Free love, casual sex, a nice time to be alive. Anti-war demonstrations always got you laid. March against military recruitment, take a big breasted red head home and fuck her all night. Yeah, it was a great time. Well, except for the war in Vietnam and the draft. That wasn't so good.

My first teaching job was at the lab school. Lots of rich, snotty kids. Mostly town notables or University professors' kids. They were really ahead of us as far as sex. They came of age after the pill. So their mothers, who either got knocked up and grabbed onto their meal ticket of a future professor, or wished they had fucked more before they got married made sure their daughters were on the pill. As a teacher, I saw it all.

It was a Friday night when the basketball team had a game. I went to it and rooted them on. I had a bunch of the best players in class. Then I went up to my room to get my gradebook to grade some papers at home. As I walked up the stairs, I thought I heard something. So I stopped and listened. It was someone moaning. It didn't sound like they were hurt. Rather it was more of a "oh, don't stop, ohhhhhh that is so good.....ohhhhhh yes" sound. I bet one of the couples that walk around holding hands were doing more than that. ...

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