You know I have never believed that you shouldn’t interfere between kids and their schoolteachers, I believe that is a recipe for disaster. However, one parent teachers night did get a bit hardcore when I fucked my daughters maths’ teacher for a pass. Although that is not exactly what happened, I may be a little jaded.
It is a fact of life that not all teachers and students will like each other and my child was just not getting it on with her new maths teacher. She hated him and was of the firm belief that he felt the same and her marks were being affected.
Intimate dating rituals come in all shapes, sizes and formats. But this was beyond strange, even for someone as whacked out as me.
At the parents teachers evening, I managed to get an appointment to see the dreaded Mr. Fox and he was actually quite hot. We discussed the problem, but he said he thought we ought to discuss it further so we arranged to meet for coffee at 9pm after parents night was over.
While sitting and waiting for Mr. Fox, who was actually quite a fox, I got to thinking about it, and I had a feeling that this guy fancied me - could this be what was affecting her marks? Surely not. He arrived just after nine, and hardly seemed to be concerned about Shauna, said she just needed to apply herself.
Eventually after a few drinks he invited me back to his place, and I am ashamed to say I said yes. When we got there he didn’t mince words, just told me how much he would like to fuck me.
Getting my panties off he turned me round and fucked me standing up, against the wall, pushing his cock hard inside me from the back. This guy was in a rush.
He got to the point and as we entered the front door pinned me up against the wall and stuck his hands up my skirt, pulling down my panties at the same time.
He fucked me while I was pinned against the wall, just picked me up by the legs and plopped me down on his cock. Pushing it hard inside me, with very little ceremony.Stumbling across o the lounge he carried me to the dining room table and sat me there while tearing at my top, and lying me back on the table. Hooking my legs around his back, I pulled him into me, harder and harder.
When we eventually finished and he had climaxed explosively I asked him to mark my efforts. Laughing he gave me an A+. But contrary to what you may think, he actually made the effort to teach my child after that interlude. I am not sure if it’s because he enjoyed it so much, or if he was worried I would take him to the school board?