You awoke to the sensational feeling of lips and tongue on your cock. It's one of your favorite ways to wake up, even if you can't immediately remember whose lips and tongue they belong to.
You are Blake Eaver, a 30-year old high school teacher. You just moved into the community a few days ago and are getting ready to start your assignment at Central High. It's exciting to think of all the possibilities that lie ahead – not necessarily with developing the eager young minds of the next generation; teaching is just a cover story for what really lights your fire: sex. Lots of it. With lots of people. Young, old, male, female... it doesn't matter. You just enjoy having orgasms as often as possible, whenever possible.
This sexual realization did not come all at once. You realized you loved orgasms as soon as you were old enough to discover jacking off. It immediately became your favorite indoor sport – and outdoors, too, for that matter. You discovered your love of sex with girls when Wendy Carter finally gave in to your advances and let you wipe away the virginity of both of you.
Your love of sex with older women was discovered when Cindy Riley's mom caught you riding her daughter, doggy-style, one day after school. She pulled you out of Cindy's room, roughly, telling Cindy to stay there until her father got home, and leading you into the parents' bedroom. There, you expected to receive a stern lecture, followed by a call home to your parents. Instead, you got your first taste of sex with a cougar, as Mrs. Riley pulled you on top of her and begged you to do her the way you were doing Cindy.
The exposure to sex with men happened while you were doing your student teaching. You were just about to blow a seriously-big load into the mouth of the girls' volleyball captain when you were walked in on by the principal, Mr. Hogar. He broke up your little tryst and told you to get dressed and report to his office, immediately. You went there, fully expecting to be fired and lose all chance of a career in teaching, only to have Mr. Hogar make a deal with you to keep his mouth shut, in exchange for sexual favors. For the rest of that student teaching assignment, you reported after school each day to his office, where you not only serviced him as requested, but you also realized that it was pretty darn enjoyable for you, too.
After finishing your student teaching assignment, you got your first teaching job there on that district. You still saw Mr. Hogar quite a bit, but you also used your new position as a teacher to tap countless students, teachers, and parents. You'd probably still be there, but that district had a pretty strict rule against teachers having sex with their students. When you heard about this opportunity – to be student teacher coordinator at this district – you jumped at the chance to apply. Their only policy is that you not have sex with any student under the age of 18.
As the mouth on your cock went down and began kissing your balls, you sighed deeply, keeping your eyes closed, trying to remember who this latest conquest could be. Let's see... could it be Jennifer Markey, the college freshman who lives in the apartment across the hall? She was the first neighbor you met after moving in. You were coming back to your apartment, after making a grocery run, and got to your door just as Jennifer was opening hers. You have a lot of experience in checking out hot bodies without openly leering, but even so, you had to fight to keep from looking like a predator when you saw her the first time. She was dressed in skimpy running shorts and a sports bra that let you take in her long, shapely legs and firm abs. She had her brown hair drawn back in a ponytail, and was just putting in her earbuds, apparently ready to go out for a run. She was surprised when she saw you, but said, “Oh, you must be our new neighbor! Hi, I'm Jennifer!”
As you shook her hand, you took note of the length and strength of her fingers, imagining how they would feel, wrapped around your cock. When you introduce yourself, Jennifer tells you that she and her mom were actually planning on coming over later on to officially welcome you to the building. Her mom is in the apartment right now, baking some cinnamon rolls for you.
Hot buns are exactly what's on your mind right then, and you ask Jennifer if she'd like to come in to your apartment for a bit. You've been around teen girls enough to recognize the sluts, and she immediately set off your radar. She took you up on the invitation, and within five minutes, you were giving her a much better workout than the 5K run she had been planning to do. She was a tiger, with the energy of youth and athleticism. You look forward to many more times of banging her.
But no... that wasn't her between your legs, flicking your piss slit with rapid tongue movements.... Could it be her mom, Janice Markey? Jennifer had no sooner left your apartment, than there was a knock on the door. You pulled on some sweat pants and a t-shirt and answered the door, only to meet a middle-aged, stunning MILF. Janice had a plate of cinnamon buns in her hand that smelled and looked wonderful. You invite her in to sample one with you, and before long, you see where Jennifer gets her sluttiness. Janice has you on the couch, with your sweats pulled off, enveloping your cock with her tits. As you spew your load over her neck and chest, she smiles, and invites you to come back to her place for “dinner.” |