Date: Mon, 14 Sep 2015 10:26:23 +0000 (UTC)
From: Julian Otero <ba9ba9goodman@yahoo.com>
Subject: A Working Class Education (bisexual: adult/youth)

A Working Class Education
by Julian
ba9ba9goodman@yahoo.com***

A young stud teacher meets his hot working class students.
(M/f-teen, oral, anal)

***

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Part 1

All his cock was in her mouth and her cute nose was
pressed up against his public hair. The head of his
cock was down her throat. No gag reflex. This wasn't
her first time. That's it baby... You do it soo fucking
well. How'd you learn? She knew how to do it, and it
didn't surprise him. Suck my balls too. I didn't even
ask. She'd been teasing him ever since the semester
started. That's good baby, oh so-o-o fuckin' good! Go
down lower. I like that. Spread my ass. What I like!
How'd you know? Taste me good! I'll do the same to you.
As she licked his ass her hands fluttered over his
rigid tool. He came hard. As hard as with that college
chick a couple years ago. If that bitch could see me
now!

Vixen--that's what she was. An old fashioned word. Good
for an English teacher to use. "Slut" wouldn't do. It
was too crude. She has more class than that. Well,
maybe vixen is too genteel. A tease certainly--a cock
tease--that would be accurate, but blunt. In class when
he glanced her way she often had her slender hand
resting high up on the inside of her thigh, inviting
him to look there. If not that, then her finger slowly
circled around her exposed bejeweled navel. Yeah. She
was a cock tease. She was seventeen.

God, he tried so hard not to get hard in front of the
class! These girls! It was so fucking easy! At least
one young chick in each class wanted to suck him for a
grade. Or get her juicy mouth around his Italian cock
just for the fun of it. Was this how it was in high
school? They were horny all the time and their eyes
were hungry. He rarely missed the signals. All up and
down the corridors there was ass, tits, hips--flashing,
bending, swaying; arms, shoulders and hair fragrant
with purrfume and sex. Well, it was his rightful due
for landing in this crummy high school.

What had he done to deserve being here? At a
prestigious college--ivy league, even, he was on a
tenure track, and graduated with high honors from a
college just like it. He knew the academic ropes. The
game was easy. One misstep was all it took. He didn't
do anything horrible. All he did was get caught with
his dick way up the ass of that hot hispanic sophomore:
no big deal. It was no big deal to the chick, she'd
been getting fucked that way by her brother since she
was fifteen. She got off with a warning, but he got his
ass thrown out. Ok. Maybe he shouldn't have done it in
his office. But he knew a couple teachers who were
fucking students, on campus even. His department chair
the old bitch, no ass or tits to speak of, caught him.
If he'd have fucked her, she'd have given him a pass
for dicking his student. It happened all the time

Miranda, that was her name. Fucking her up the ass was
a delight. She liked it as much as he did. God, that
little sophomore whore sure liked it! Miranda. O,
Miranda, you beautiful bitch. You came to class in
black tights that split you up the middle, pressing
against your pussy, balancing your shapely ass cheeks
along the deep cleft. Nature made you for fucking, that
was obvious. Skin the color or creamed coffee, smooth
as butter. I creamed your skin enough times. Doe eyes,
long brown hair. A body beautifully proportioned in
slender hour-glass shape. A face of immaculate, clean
features, with just the right touch of smoky
latin/indian cast. Full, sensuous lips, best to wrap
'round cock. I never saw tits so beautiful and well
shaped. A fine jaw line that could accommodate the
largest dick offered. Pretty is not a good enough
description. That glorious bitch! Who could guess what
a dirty little girl lay behind that beautiful face? An
ass that was tight and curved no matter from which
angle you viewed it. I had my face in it all the time.
Getting it up the ass: it was her favorite way. In high
school she said she had about fifteen different boys.
After the boy had come up her butt she would turn
around and suck him--that's how dirty she was. And she
liked boys to squirt it on her face. She had pictures
of herself with dildos up her ass and in her cunt, with
boys fucking her, and she used to show them to me, her
professor, proudly.

He'd gotten the high school job right away because he'd
graduated with high honors from a prestigious college.
Until he found another college the place would have to
do. Now I'm getting blowjobs a few times a week by sexy
working class girls in Milwaukee, girls who were headed
for secretarial jobs or para professional positions. He
was good to look at and taught English in a dreamy
romantic manner, and had a nice-sized cock that needed
constant attention. The size of his cock was a matter
of general discussion among his girls, most of whom
idolized him that way that teenagers do, eager to go
down on him to show it. Next to a rock star, he was
their best available fantasy.

Like this one now. Cameron.

Another hot bitch. She knows what she's got. A dynamite
body--like a junior Susan Bullock. A cute teenage
innocent face. But don't take the innocence at face
value. Flashing dark eyes and a full lips. Pony tailed
dark hair. Snug pullovers caressing adolescent--firm
breasts. She sits there in class in tight jeans, very
tight jeans, with her legs open, up front, where he
can't miss her. The inseam of the pants tuck up tight
into her labia. When she squeezed her ass into those
jeans this morning she knew exactly what she was doing.
Innocent my ass! Only a fool couldn't tell she was
offering it to him, rubbing it in his face.

Ann wanted him too.

Ann Elliot. Twenty-seven or twenty-eight. Teaches math
and science. Our schedules mesh and three out of five
days so we're at the same lunch table. She had an
obvious interest in me since day one. I picked her out
that day as one of the hottest young teachers in the
school. Very sexy body. Hips tits and ass in perfect
proportion. You could tell she was used to getting
laid, her movements showed it. She reminded him of his
first high school fuck. A very pretty face, dark eyes
and hair. Smoky voice. Black outfits most of time;
sleek slender pants that hugged her hips and full round
ass, caressing each cheek just so. The thong she wore
made his dick grow. All in all, a very fuckable
package.

Early on she made it obvious she wanted to climb into
bed him. Ok. Under normal circumstances he'd have no
hesitation. But he was still too shaken from the
college firing so decided to lay low at least the first
year in this new place, to scope things out, and
content himself with pornography and jerking off.

Still, Ann and Marco gravitated to each other for
things they had in common. She was in the PhD program
at Madison. From California originally, around the
Monterrey area. After finishing Madison she planned to
return there. He had moved to the Midwest to get out of
the whole East Coast atmosphere for awhile, to let
colleagues forget him, and for a new adventure. Like
Ann, he planned to return in two, three years to home
base. It was a perfect setup: they could fuck without
any complications of a long term set up. But that first
year they saw each other only in the cafeteria or
school events.

The second year Marco broke his fast. Marco let his
eyes wander and the response was gratifying. There was
more good looking teenage ass per square inch in the
school--willing teenage ass--than even he thought
possible. White chicks, black chicks, hispanic chicks,
mixed race beauties. All hot in their own way.
Appealing pussy was everywhere in the halls or
classroom and he couldn't keep his eyes humble and
chaste any longer.

Ann and Marco started screwing at the start of his
second year. She was a tiger in bed. There was nothing
she wouldn't try and he did everything to please her.
They fucked all over and everywhere. Sometimes they
showed up at school on Saturdays supposedly to work on
lessons, but they worked on each other fucking on the
desks in their classrooms. They were both into pictures
and posted them on the net. The comments they got made
the hot. When alone together they were naked most of
the time, enjoying just looking at each other in every
circumstance possible. They invented games: she liked
to pull her thong up between the cheeks of her ass
while he licked her there.

And in that second year Cameron joined his class.

He first saw her out on the street. A big crowd of
kids, mostly girls. After school: A lot of hot numbers.
A lot of screaming and posturing. Many firm, nubile
female bodies. A lot of dumb-looking boys in saggy-
baggy jeans. But the girls: all manner of tits and ass.

Which one(s) gave their boyfriend(s) a blow job in the
back of study-hall today?

Then, there was that one.

He knew right off she was going to make his bell ring.
What gorgeous hips. Her cargo jeans were stretched so
hard across them. Impressive tits, perfectly formed and
sized. The door to the black car was open, ready for
her. A dopey looking over weight youth (her boyfriend,
cousin, uncle?) was picking up her up, and some other
girls as well. The teacher was an unnoticed speck in
the middle of the commotion caused by 30 or so teens
just let out of school.

Stop. Stare. It doesn't matter. I might as well be
invisible. It was like the sun had just come out on a
rainy day. I had to see all sides of her. I had to see
her ass. She seemed interested in the commotion but not
really part of it. The situation that held her interest
was building to a climax and she made the driver wait.
Of course he'd wait for an angel like that. Some sort
of fight that had no center and was all smoke and no
fire, a lot of trash talk. I can wait too, a patient
dog on the scent. Finally, she turned toward the car.
Zang! What a fucking ass! It was perfectly shaped but
small and I knew I'd easily fit every inch of my cock
in it. Oh baby, you break my heart. Please, please,
please let me kiss it and suck it and fuck it for you!
I may be old but I am good. I won't hang you up. Sit it
on my face!

All around his field of vision was trash and shit and
garbage except for this extraordinary sight. She might
as well have been naked in those pants so exquisitely
did they mould to her beautiful bottom. The inseam cut
up into her crack so well and snug! A pear shaped ass,
his favorite.

Was she maybe part black, part hispanic? She has such
light skin and beautiful negroid features. Cover girl!
No wonder she was getting picked up. That little
sixteen year old ass was too good to ride the bus!
Yeah. But as soon as she got home that tender tight
pussy would get a work out. By whom?

Now she was on her knees, no--she was squat down in
front of him--eating his cock like it was her favorite
flavor.

Oh baby Cameron, how I love working class girls like
you: there's no pretence, no false modesty. You're
built for fucking and you like it! You're more well
adjusted than ninety percent of the tense college
pussies I knew. Another hot bitch. Baby, take it all,
yeah! Gulp it down! Why shouldn't I enjoy this tender
and willing pussy when it's free of charge.

He let it go all over her face.

It was Ann who opened the way to Cameron.

Ann and Marco found themselves alone in the faculty
room. They were seated across from each other at the
large polished mahogany conference table. They looked
like two young dedicated teachers marking papers,
reviewing lessons. Marco heard the shoe drop and then
felt her nylon clad foot press into his groin. Her foot
was as skilled as her hands and mouth. Involuntarily he
parted his thighs and she accepted the invitation. God,
her toes--who thought they could be so sensual--her toes
squeezed the head of his half hard cock, bringing him
toward orgasm.

At that moment another teacher entered. The foot
stopped but did not withdraw. Marco's face was slightly
flushed but he could not move or rise from his seat.
His cock was too hard now for that.

It was that silly French teacher. He was a plump and
balding guy of jovial disposition and rather vacant
mind.

"Marco! ... Ann!" he exclaimed, "Did you hear what
happened to Cramer?" What happened to Cramer was hardly
as compelling as the breathless way it was told.

Marco was bored but his face showed a remarkable
grinning interest because all during the telling he
could fell his balls being lifted and caressed by Ann's
insistent foot. Marco leaned forward and slid his chair
an inch closer to the table lest the French teacher
notice. How he wished the fool would leave so he could
close his eyes and recall the wonderful taste of Ann's
pussy, the feel of her firm tit in his mouth, her ass.
Ann too recalled last night, how hot and hard he was,
and couldn't stop her foot.

Finally, the French teacher's story drew to a close and
after a few murmurs of appreciation from the pair at
the table he withdrew to a chair across the room and
opened a book.

Ann glanced at the clock. She had a few minutes. She
suddenly decided she could trust Marco. She made a
confession. No one in this school knew. Only several
select girlfriends in distant cities kept in touch by
e-mail. She leaned toward his handsome face, their gaze
met and a little shiver passed her pussy as she
whispered: "I've fucked some boys in this school:
sixteen, seventeen years old. Got to be large and hard.
Real studs. Otherwise, I'm not interested. You're just
as good." She smiled, then she was gone.

Together in the cafeteria doing lunch duty: a good time
to stand and talk.

It's so noisy no one can over hear our soft voices. By
then I'd fucked Ann about a dozen times and we were
getting pretty comfortable with each other. She'd shown
me pictures of boys she'd fucked, cute boys with long
hard dicks, pictures she'd taken herself. We had some
hot times in bed fantasizing about students we wanted
to fuck, and I broke loose from my one year of self
imposed abstinence. As we're standing there Cameron
comes up to us and starts speaking to Ann. Once again I
appreciate her gorgeous, hot, sixteen year old body.
Her tight white mini top ends an inch under her tits.
Her low slung jeans hang so low on her pelvis I figure
the girl either has no public hair at all or else
shaves it off. I try not to be so obvious in my looks,
but a chick like Camy, so blatantly on display,
obviously wants to be looked at.

As the girl walks out of ear shot Ann asks me in the
most casual way, "Would you like to fuck that ass"?.

I'm taken aback and still a little cautious with Ann,
wondering if this is a carefully laid trap. Then I
remember the pictures she'd shown me.

"Are you serious? I say, stalling.

"Serious? Would it surprise you to know we've done each
other. She has the sweetest lips, the ones on her face
and the once between her legs! I do boys and I do
girls."

She pauses to let this sink in.

"Furthermore, she's told me she wants to fuck with
you."

<<end of part one>>

I am working on part two and would appreciate
suggestions that will move the action forward.

Julian
ba9ba9goodman@yahoo.com

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