Where it happened: Lakeside cottage
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 10
Category: Straight
I think my story is somewhat unusual. I grew up in quite a conservative family, and for my first 8 grades I attended a parochial school, which was very strict. When I was 15 and entered the 9th grade, however, I began going to a public high school. This was back in 1999 in Boston, Massachusetts. One of the subjects that was being offered the year that I entered was sex education. It was not a mandatory course, but you could take it with your parents’ permission. Although I led a pretty sheltered life, I had had certainly heard about sex from some of my girlfriends and began to be quite curious about it. I asked my parents if I could sign up for this class. My Mother was not very keen on the idea, but my Dad, who was somewhat more broad-minded thought it might be O.K., and Mom finally went along with the decision, and signed the permission slip along with my Dad.
The teacher who taught this class was Mr. Daly– Don Daly. (I’m using a different name than his actual name). He was tall and very handsome, had curly brown hair, blue eyes, and was about 30 years old.All of us girls just sort of secretly fell in love with him from the first day we saw him.
The class was for one hour each week. It was a coed class, with several more girls than there were boys. Several of the boys thought they already knew everything there was to know about the subject, and maybe they did in sort of a basic, crude way, but I’m sure that they did not know any of the fine points that Mr.Daly taught us.
He began by teaching us about the history of sex and how it developed in the various countries and cultures of the world, even dating back to Old Testament times. He related to us how in most other cultures outside the Western World young people began to have sexual relations much earlier than here in the U.S. and many parts of Europe. He also taught us about the sexual mores of the Sandinavian countries like Sweden, Norway and Denmark and Holland, and how much more open and freer they were with their sexual attitudes and practices.He set forth a philosophy that sex was not simoply for populating the world, but also for the pleasure of men and women. That is not what I had been taught in parochial school or at home, but all of us found this very interesting, and certainly very stimulating. It was not a boring class at all, like many of the subjects we took, and we looked forward to Mr. Daly’s class every Wednesday afternoon.
After the history of sex we began to study the anatomy of sex. Mr. Daly suggested that we get a copy of “The Joy of Sex” for outside reading, and although I knew my parents would never let me buy a book like that, I did find a copy in the school library and read it cover to cover. Mr. Daly also taught us in great detail about the male and female sexual anatomy. He had two plaster of paris models on his desk — one of the female vagina and surrounding areas; the other of the erect male penis (which he called the phallus). These were life sized models, very real looking, with various colors on them to illustrate different parts of the organs. With his pencil he would point out the various parts of the male genitilia– the pubic hair, the head of the penis (describing the circumcised and uncircumcised heads), the shaft, the testicles, etc and described their functions. He also would point out the various parts of the female genetilia: the labial lips, the clitoris, the vagina (which he called the “love canal”), the uterus, etc and again described, very matter-of-factly the function of each. We learned how sperm entered and fertilized the woman’s eggs, and we learned how pregnancies could be prevented. He demonstrated how to properly place a condom over the penis, which was the “convential way.” He told us about birth control and the pill, and other forms of contraceptives. And we were shocked when he referred to the “lower vagina” (the “love canal”) and the “upper vagina” (a woman’s mouth) and how oral sex not only was an effective way of avoiding pregnancy, but was also one of the most beautiful and erotic forms of pleasuring a man. We were also quite shocked when he broached the subject of anal sex as an effective “birth control” method. But he always talked without embarrasment, just as if he were teaching a class in mathematics, and made everything just sound very natural. He was very thorough and we learned a lot — probably a lot more than any of our parents dreamed we would or should.
Well, at any rate, it was a very interesting year, and at the end of the year, he gave me an “A.” After the 9th grade, I didn’t see Mr. Daly very much. I had other classes that I had to attend. Once in awhile I’d see him walking in the halls, and he’d give me a little wave, but he never stopped to talk. I went on to graduate from high school and soon lost track of him completely.
I went away to college and intended eventually to become a school teacher myself. One Winter, during my Junior year, I was home on Christmas break,and happened to go downtown to do some shopping for Christmas presents. I stopped into this book store to browse around to look for a book for my younger brother, and lo and behold, who should I see but Mr.Daly. He was older, but still extremely handsome, and so I decided to wander over to where he was standing and introduce myself again. When I did, he smiled and said he remembered me very well, and asked what I was doing and a few other things. We got to talking and then he asked me if I’d like some lunch, because it was almost noon. I had nothing else to do, so I accepted. We had a nice lunch together at a nearby deli, and talked and talked about what he was doing and what I was doing. I asked him if he was married and he told me that he was not. I asked him why and he indicated that “I guess the right woman has not come along as yet.” To my surprise, he said he was still teaching the sex education class at my old local high school. We must have talked for over an hour, and then he asked me what I was doing the rest of the afternoon. I told him, nothing special, except doing some Christmas shopping. He then suggested that maybe that could wait until tomorrow; that he’d like to show me his place out by a nearby lake. Since I had always had a secret crush on him since the time I was 15, I eagerly accepted his invitation, and we drove out to this lake quite a few miles outside Boston. On the way out it started snowing, and by the time we got there it was coming down pretty hard. His place was really a very nice rustic cabin on the lake, but it had all the ameneties of home: Large living room, a library or den, piled with books on shelves, an ample kitchen and dining area,a large bathroom complete with indoor jacuzzi, and a large bedroom. When we arrived he showed me all around, and since it was a little chilly, he lit a fire in the living room fireplace.
I think we both knew why we had come there that afternoon.It was a mutual attraction to each other. After we had exhausted our talk on other subjects, we sort of drifted into talking about his old sex ed class. I told him I had really enjoyed it, but had never been able to put into practice what I’d been taught. We were sitting on a leather couch by the fireplace and it was not long when we were just sort of looking into each others eyes, and then he tenderly took me in his arms and began kissing me very passionately. I’d been kissed by a few boys, but never anything like this. He did things with his tongue that literally set me on fire.He also began massaging my breasts through the wool sweater that I had on, it it felt so wonderful. He then asked me if it was O.K. to take it off. I said yes, and he slowy removed it, revealing my firm breasts covered by my bra. He quickly unsnapped my bra from the rear, and I was then naked from the waist up.He began kissing my breasts, very tenderly, bringing my hard nipples slowly into his mouth and caressing them with his tongue.After about ten minutes of this, he very gently took off my skirt and panties, had me lie on the leather couch, and began to give me the most wonderful oral sex, with his mouth and tongue doing the most exquisite things with my clitoris and vaginal lips. I was in heaven. Then he took off his turtle neck sweater and undershirt, revealing his beautiful chest, with nice black hair, but not too much. He then asked me to stand up and unbuckle his belt and remove his pants. I could see that he was fully aroused when I unzipped his trousers, and his manhood came throbbing out of his boxer drawer opening.He then took off his boxer drawers himself, and we both embraced in our naked bodies, kissing each other wildly.I took my right hand and placed it around his 8″ hard penis and began stroking it. It felt wonderful. I could hardly believe that I had the “phallus” of my Jr. High School sex teacher right there in my own hand — after all these years. He kept whispering things in my ear about how good I felt and how he really wanted me and how this was going to be wonderful. He then laid down on the carpeted floor near the fireplace, with his erect manhood standing straight up. He asked me to perform fellatio on him, and carefully guided my head toward the tip of his penis.My long black hair encircled it as I placed my lips around his circumcised head and began taking him slowly into my mouth. I loved the feeling of his flesh against my tongue and then my throat. He thrust his body upward each time I went down on him and soon his semen was gushing forth into my mouth and down my throat. I swallowed and swallowed and took him full length. He came to orgasm two or three times, all the while telling me how well I had learned from him. Actually I had never done this before, but it seemed to come so naturally and felt so good, that he must have thought I had done this to many boys before. We then tooka little breather and just laid there by the fire. We french kissed some more with me lying on top of him. He was still very erect and hard. And the more we kissed the harder he seemed to get. We just rubbed our bodies against each other for a long time.The feeling was wonderful.
I finally, told him,”Don,I really want you inside me. I really want to feel a man inside my body, and experience those wonderful feelings you told us about.” He told me that he would, but first he’d have to go into his bedroom and get a condom. He did and laid down on the carpeting again, and I slowly rolled it over his phallus, just like he had showed us (again, another first for me). I was on top of his legs at this time, and was just about to lower myself onto his covered phallus, when I thought to myself, “I really don’t want that piece of rubber separating us, I want to feel his real live flesh inside me,” So, I quickly took the condom off and threw it in the fireplace. “Are you sure?” he asked, and I said yes. So he took hold of his penis (phallus) and guided it into my vaginal lips with several slow thrusts. He told me that it might hurt slightly, but he’d try to make an easy entry.When he pierced my maidenhead, I did feel a slight pain,but when he then completely entered my “love canal” I soon forget about it, and felt that great piece of solid flesh inside. I began to rise up and down in perfect rythm to his upward thrusts. I felt the wonderful sensations he had talked about years before, and I began to cry out, “FUCK ME, FUCK ME, DON. YOU’re SIMPLY WONDERFUL.” Soon he said he was going to cum, and his love cream spurted forth deep inside me. And it kept coming. He seemed to have a never-ending supply. I think we must have made sex there in front of the fire for over an hour. First I was riding him. Then he was over me in a missionary position. Then he was taking me doggie style, which I just loved. We even tried anal sex, which was difficult at first, but I soon found that I enjoyed that too. For some reason his erection stayed firm and never got soft. By this time, it was getting late in the afternoon, and I told him I had better be getting home or my parents would be worried, so we had a nice shower together, (I wrapped my legs around his waist and he held me close and fucked me passionately with the warm water streaming over us), and then we got dressed and he drove me home. We exchanged phone numbers and Email addresses and agreed to keep in touch.
I was sort of afraid that I might get pregnant, but luckily I didn’t.I guess I really didn’t care if I did because from that love-making afternoon I knew in my own mind that I wanted him for my own — married or unmarried. He was 15 years older than I was, but nowadays age does not matter that much.His 36 year old phallus plunging deep inside me was all I could think of — and besides that he was really a very nice, loving, caring guy.Our decade and a half age difference was no obstacle as far as I was concerned.
During the next year, up until the time I graduated and got my degree, we got together several times, on weekends and during Spring Break at Easter and again at Christmas time — and I continued my sex education with a passion.I had a simply great teacher. To play safe, I got on the pill, so I would not be getting pregnant. Don taught me all about the Kama Sutra, which I had heard about but never read. He had two illustrated versions of the book –one, from India, with ancient colored diagrams or paintings, and the other, a more modern version, with a naked American couple demonstrating all of the various positions. He also had a video tape, which accompanied the modern book, and he taught me each and every technique. He was an absolute master of everything in the manuals. And I was a willing student.
I never told my parents about Don,always making up some kind of excuse as to why I could not come home. I guess they sort of suspected that I was seeing someone, but never asked any prying questions.
Last year, Don asked me to marry him, and I accepted. When we told my folks, they were really surprised, and especially that he was so much older than I was, and they wondered if it was wise. His folks were both deceased — killed a number of years ago in a car accident — so we had no obstacle there. My folks finally came around and we had a lovely wedding. Three of my girlfriends who were bridesmaids were absolutely dumbfounded when they found out who I was marrying, because they had been in the sex education class with me in Jr.College. They were really envious.
Believe it or not, after I got my teaching degree, I went back to my old high school and got a job there, teaching English and English Literature. Don still teaches sex ed, as well as American History and Social studies.And every chance we get, we fuck each others brains out. Sometimes even in school between claases. Mr. Daly, my teacher from the 9th grade always said that sex was not just for making babies. It was also lots of fun, too.And it is!
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