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I had my eye on the band director job at Jefferson High for a long time. I was good friends with the district superintendent and I knew that when Mrs. Maxwell retired I was a shoe-in for the job. I bided my time at the Jr. High for 8 long years. I was a little surprised when Mrs. Maxwell retired a couple of years early because her husband became sick. She finished the 2004 school year and they moved to Florida. When school started in 2005, I was the new band director. I was warmly welcomed by the faculty, students and band parents.
Band and music teachers have to know how to deal with the “unique” kids. Goths, geeks, pimple-faced nerds, and the weirdest of the weird. Everyday I have these weird misfits coming up to me, asking me stupid questions. Sometimes I have to try and remember why the hell I became a band teacher.
Thankfully, there are some normal interesting kids in band. Some are very musically talented, and some of the young ladies are sexy as all hell. The hottest girls know they are hot. They are well aware of their sexuality and know how to "work it" to get what they want. They get a thrill out of violating the dress code, showing their bare mid sections, low rise jeans or wearing short skirts. Teasing me with their bright smiles and sitting with their legs spread wide open to give me a view of their panties and thongs.
That didn’t make going home to Crisco-Christy everyday anything to look forward to. My sourpuss ex-wife gained 60 pounds since she had our kids. I wasn’t attracted to her any more.
I confess to having a bit of a midlife crisis after I turned 40. Having all this good looking high school pussy running around didn’t help. I started going to a hip local bar, Pavilion regularly after school. I go knock back shots of Wild Turkey and chase the young girls, some too young to be served without a fake ID. Many of them know me, so having to break the ice isn’t necessary.
One Friday night after fucking one of my former students in the woman’s bathroom at Pavilion, I got home around midnight, smelling like honey suckle body spray and pussy. Crisco got up in my face and started yelling. I grabbed some clothes and told her I was through. The next week I filed for divorce and moved into a loft apartment downtown.
News spread throughout the school that I was divorced. That seemed to interest some of the little cock teasers, especially Janessa. Janessa plays the flute. She is a skinny blonde, 5' 7", with long legs and the firmest, perkiest tits I had ever seen. Being around Janessa made sticking to the Code of Conduct impossible.
Janessa was a sophomore when I arrived at Jefferson. She and I grew close. She would occasionally hang around after school to talk to me. I truly enjoyed our conversations which soon turned to sex and relationships, but mainly sex. She told me how her dad took off when she was a baby. She told me that all the boys wanted to fuck her, and how lame they were. She told me how she lost her virginity to her mom's brother (her uncle) when she was 13 while he was living with them for awhile. She told me that she loved oral sex. Giving and getting and that the young boys didn't know how to do it right.
Last year things progressed and clearly crossed the line. We began hugging each other, with the occasional kiss on the cheek. One day toward the end of the school year, she came into my office after school... "Mark," (she called me by my first name), can I ask you something?" Of course, I said. "Do you think it would be weird if I fantasized about having sex with an older man?" I was excited about where this was going...needless to say. She put her hand on my knee, and began to slide her hand closer to my package. I could feel my cock growing in my pants. Umm...Janessa, how old are you? I asked. “I'm 17... (long pause) and ½” she replied, panting. I pushed her hand away and gave her a disapproving look. “Do you realize I could be thrown in jail for what I’m thinking about doing to you right now?”, I asked. “I wouldn’t tell anyone” she snapped back. I slapped her on her ass and told her to remind me when it was her birthday.
Flash forward to November 2007. I was sitting in my office, swamped with paperwork. It was 2:30, and I was expecting Janessa, but she was nowhere to be found. I was getting ready to pack up and head to the bar when I heard the door in the outer hall clank. I heard the knocking of heels on the floor, and thought the principal was coming to bitch at me about something, which was just what I needed. Much to my relief, Janessa walked in wearing a SHORT white skirt that was so tight I could see that she didn't have any thing on underneath. She closed the door behind her, turning the lock. "Do you know what today is?" She asked. I couldn't take my eyes off of the halter top she was wearing, with her hard nipples poking straight through. "Not really" I said.. She walked around my desk, hiked up her skirt and sat in front of me, spreading her legs. "It's my birthday.." she said, putting her finger over her clit and started to rub it. "Your birthday?” I asked extremely enticed. "Uh huh....and I'm not.... what did you call it?….. Jail Bait anymore", she giggled.
I jumped up and took Janessa by the hand and led her to the insturment storage room in the back of the band room and locked the door. I lifted Janessas skirt and sat her on some cardboard boxes and dove right in, burying my face in her soaking pussy. She moaned loudly, pulling the hair on the back of my head. I licked up from her hole to her clit, flicking my tongue, feeling her little knob on my lips. She clenched her thighs together, and now I was sucking on her clit, putting one, then two fingers inside of her. I couldn't wait to get my cock in her, my fingers were dripping with her sweet juices.
She told me to sit down in my chair, grabbing my belt and unbuckling it. She took my dick out, which was already fully solid, and took it all in her mouth. She licked around the tip, jerking it really hard. I could tell she wanted me inside her bad, spitting on my dick, sucking like someone would suck poison out of a snake bite. She wrapped both hands around me and jerked up and down really slow, asking me how bad I wanted to be deep in her. Let me show you, I grunted, picking her up off the floor and sitting her on a counter top. She let out a scream, and when I felt my dick plunge into her, I almost did to. Her pussy was so tight, like putting my dick in a coke bottle. I pumped in and out of her, driving my rod deeper and deeper in her. She clawed into my back, telling me how big and thick I was. It made me hotter, and I fucked her fast, hearing the smack of our skin while I fucked her senseless. I pulled out and turned her around, pressing her face into the counter. I rubbed her perfect ass, smacking it hard and watching it shake just the way I loved. I drove into her again, and pulled her hair. I was grabbing one of her tits, pulling on her hard nipple, and pounding her twat with a force I had never experienced.
She kept telling me how good it felt to have a real man inside her, and it made me want to fuck her even harder. She started fingering her ass. It was so pink, and so small, I knew it had to be incredibly tight. That would have to wait. I pulled out and she spit on my dick again, taking it all the way into her throat. I could feel the tip of my dick being swallowed, which was the best feeling ever.
I could feel myself about to blow, and told her to get on her knees. "You want me to swallow it?" she asked in an innocent school girl voice. I couldn't hold it any longer. When I moaned loud, she grabbed my dick and jerked me into her mouth, taking every shot of the huge load I had for her. She looked up at me a giggled, and swallowed it all without gagging. I couldn't believe it. My cum was dripping out of both corners of her mouth and down her chin. She pulled her white panties out of her purse and wiped her face. I pulled her up and kissed her with an open mouth for the first time.
Janessa's mom works nights so she doesn't have much parental supervision. She has been coming by my apartment for private lessons on the skin flute three or four nights a week. She has even managed to come up with excuses to spend the night a few times. We talked about taking off to Las Vegas this summer when school is out. Janessa is crazy about me and I could see myself marrying this girl.
Band and music teachers have to know how to deal with the “unique” kids. Goths, geeks, pimple-faced nerds, and the weirdest of the weird. Everyday I have these weird misfits coming up to me, asking me stupid questions. Sometimes I have to try and remember why the hell I became a band teacher.
Thankfully, there are some normal interesting kids in band. Some are very musically talented, and some of the young ladies are sexy as all hell. The hottest girls know they are hot. They are well aware of their sexuality and know how to "work it" to get what they want. They get a thrill out of violating the dress code, showing their bare mid sections, low rise jeans or wearing short skirts. Teasing me with their bright smiles and sitting with their legs spread wide open to give me a view of their panties and thongs.
That didn’t make going home to Crisco-Christy everyday anything to look forward to. My sourpuss ex-wife gained 60 pounds since she had our kids. I wasn’t attracted to her any more.
I confess to having a bit of a midlife crisis after I turned 40. Having all this good looking high school pussy running around didn’t help. I started going to a hip local bar, Pavilion regularly after school. I go knock back shots of Wild Turkey and chase the young girls, some too young to be served without a fake ID. Many of them know me, so having to break the ice isn’t necessary.
One Friday night after fucking one of my former students in the woman’s bathroom at Pavilion, I got home around midnight, smelling like honey suckle body spray and pussy. Crisco got up in my face and started yelling. I grabbed some clothes and told her I was through. The next week I filed for divorce and moved into a loft apartment downtown.
News spread throughout the school that I was divorced. That seemed to interest some of the little cock teasers, especially Janessa. Janessa plays the flute. She is a skinny blonde, 5' 7", with long legs and the firmest, perkiest tits I had ever seen. Being around Janessa made sticking to the Code of Conduct impossible.
Janessa was a sophomore when I arrived at Jefferson. She and I grew close. She would occasionally hang around after school to talk to me. I truly enjoyed our conversations which soon turned to sex and relationships, but mainly sex. She told me how her dad took off when she was a baby. She told me that all the boys wanted to fuck her, and how lame they were. She told me how she lost her virginity to her mom's brother (her uncle) when she was 13 while he was living with them for awhile. She told me that she loved oral sex. Giving and getting and that the young boys didn't know how to do it right.
Last year things progressed and clearly crossed the line. We began hugging each other, with the occasional kiss on the cheek. One day toward the end of the school year, she came into my office after school... "Mark," (she called me by my first name), can I ask you something?" Of course, I said. "Do you think it would be weird if I fantasized about having sex with an older man?" I was excited about where this was going...needless to say. She put her hand on my knee, and began to slide her hand closer to my package. I could feel my cock growing in my pants. Umm...Janessa, how old are you? I asked. “I'm 17... (long pause) and ½” she replied, panting. I pushed her hand away and gave her a disapproving look. “Do you realize I could be thrown in jail for what I’m thinking about doing to you right now?”, I asked. “I wouldn’t tell anyone” she snapped back. I slapped her on her ass and told her to remind me when it was her birthday.
Flash forward to November 2007. I was sitting in my office, swamped with paperwork. It was 2:30, and I was expecting Janessa, but she was nowhere to be found. I was getting ready to pack up and head to the bar when I heard the door in the outer hall clank. I heard the knocking of heels on the floor, and thought the principal was coming to bitch at me about something, which was just what I needed. Much to my relief, Janessa walked in wearing a SHORT white skirt that was so tight I could see that she didn't have any thing on underneath. She closed the door behind her, turning the lock. "Do you know what today is?" She asked. I couldn't take my eyes off of the halter top she was wearing, with her hard nipples poking straight through. "Not really" I said.. She walked around my desk, hiked up her skirt and sat in front of me, spreading her legs. "It's my birthday.." she said, putting her finger over her clit and started to rub it. "Your birthday?” I asked extremely enticed. "Uh huh....and I'm not.... what did you call it?….. Jail Bait anymore", she giggled.
I jumped up and took Janessa by the hand and led her to the insturment storage room in the back of the band room and locked the door. I lifted Janessas skirt and sat her on some cardboard boxes and dove right in, burying my face in her soaking pussy. She moaned loudly, pulling the hair on the back of my head. I licked up from her hole to her clit, flicking my tongue, feeling her little knob on my lips. She clenched her thighs together, and now I was sucking on her clit, putting one, then two fingers inside of her. I couldn't wait to get my cock in her, my fingers were dripping with her sweet juices.
She told me to sit down in my chair, grabbing my belt and unbuckling it. She took my dick out, which was already fully solid, and took it all in her mouth. She licked around the tip, jerking it really hard. I could tell she wanted me inside her bad, spitting on my dick, sucking like someone would suck poison out of a snake bite. She wrapped both hands around me and jerked up and down really slow, asking me how bad I wanted to be deep in her. Let me show you, I grunted, picking her up off the floor and sitting her on a counter top. She let out a scream, and when I felt my dick plunge into her, I almost did to. Her pussy was so tight, like putting my dick in a coke bottle. I pumped in and out of her, driving my rod deeper and deeper in her. She clawed into my back, telling me how big and thick I was. It made me hotter, and I fucked her fast, hearing the smack of our skin while I fucked her senseless. I pulled out and turned her around, pressing her face into the counter. I rubbed her perfect ass, smacking it hard and watching it shake just the way I loved. I drove into her again, and pulled her hair. I was grabbing one of her tits, pulling on her hard nipple, and pounding her twat with a force I had never experienced.
She kept telling me how good it felt to have a real man inside her, and it made me want to fuck her even harder. She started fingering her ass. It was so pink, and so small, I knew it had to be incredibly tight. That would have to wait. I pulled out and she spit on my dick again, taking it all the way into her throat. I could feel the tip of my dick being swallowed, which was the best feeling ever.
I could feel myself about to blow, and told her to get on her knees. "You want me to swallow it?" she asked in an innocent school girl voice. I couldn't hold it any longer. When I moaned loud, she grabbed my dick and jerked me into her mouth, taking every shot of the huge load I had for her. She looked up at me a giggled, and swallowed it all without gagging. I couldn't believe it. My cum was dripping out of both corners of her mouth and down her chin. She pulled her white panties out of her purse and wiped her face. I pulled her up and kissed her with an open mouth for the first time.
Janessa's mom works nights so she doesn't have much parental supervision. She has been coming by my apartment for private lessons on the skin flute three or four nights a week. She has even managed to come up with excuses to spend the night a few times. We talked about taking off to Las Vegas this summer when school is out. Janessa is crazy about me and I could see myself marrying this girl.
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