Where it happened: Classroom at my old school
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 8
Category: Straight
When I was thirteen, I went to boarding school for the first time, but I couldn’t handle it there and left after five months. During those five months, however, I had been taught by a stunning French teacher. She was twenty two and always wore a mini skirt, showing off my legs. The day before I left, not knowing I was leaving, she asked me to come to her flat in the school grounds for some extra tuition. I agreed, but the next day I left the school and did not return as my parents could not stand my housemaster. About two and a half years later, the housemaster had been sacked, and his successor rang me to apologise for all the problems I encountered. I asked if I could visit the school to purge my memories, and he agreed. Being a Thursday afternoon, there was no school and most of the teachers were tied up with games. Of all my old teachers, only my old French teacher was able to see me immediately. We went to the old classroom and chatted together, and I apologised for having missed our appointment. She told me it was all right as we could do it now. We were on the first floor of the block, and overlooked a piece of land that had been accidentally poisoned by the gardeners, so no-one could see through the windows. She locked the door and kissed me. It was the first time any women had ever kissed me. I was reluctant, and told her I had never had a girlfriend before, but she told me it was alright. She kissed me again, and I kised back. She then started stripping, and I did the same. Her body was indescribable. She took my cock, which was now rock solid, and started masturbating it. Then, she let me lick her breasts. She then lay down on the ground and told me to stick my cock in her vagina. I did, and we locked legs and rolled around together. We were at it for what seemed like ages, when I had to go and see the headmaster. The meeting was short, and then I went to the empty flat that I was staying the night in. I rang her flat, which was not far away, and she agreed to sneak over for the night. After a rather boring evening, of meeting the handful of boys from my year in my house who had survived, I then retired to my flat, and let her in. We had a long night of passion and very little sleep. The following day, I kissed her goodbye and left. I later returned to the school once for her wedding in the chapel, and had one last session with her the night before. We have not spoken since, but I will always cherish the memory, as I was able to come to terms with my old school thanks to her.
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