Re: Did you ever want to fuck your teacher when you studied at school?
My God, where do I begin with this topic?
I think the subject of hot teachers is something every male talks about.
But when did this start? The 90s? The 80s? Earlier?
For me, college was fun but secondary school in Bath proved to be the best. Americans call secondary school "high school" don't they? I'll need a little help with that. lol
Anyway, back on topic. Secondary school really was fab and I had a trio of hotties on my list of dream babes/milfs.
Firstly there was my science teacher Mrs.Tidball who seemed to be smuggling two bowling balls in her bra every day. At lunchtime, she'd stride out of the double doors with her bag over her shoulder. "Boing! Boing! Boing!" went her tits. God it was an absolute dream. She had curly brown hair, dazzling eyes and was about 30 years old maybe? Science lessons were near-impossible at times. She walked round the room checking on students, but carried a payload in her bra that was so big it could've brushed your arm as she moved round your desk. Terrific tits, aye, that was Mrs.Tidball - or "Tits n Balls" as the lads would call her.
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Then there was my history teacher Mrs.O'Sullivan. Mid-thirties, smallish tits, short blonde hair that was curly at the end, legs up to the clouds! She usually wore a white shirt, black jacket, black skirt and.....fish-net tights.....
every day. Man, it was like a strip show every time we had a lesson. If she got hot then off came the jacket with maybe a button undone at the top. She talked like Liz Hurley when she was that flirty teacher in "Bedazzled". In fact, she looked just like Liz Hurley in the face. She had a lovely little nose. Oh and Mrs.O'Sullivan also had these kinky little glasses that she used to wear every now and then, looking over the top of them. With her, you really had fun as you watched her talk. My best moment with her came when we had "Arts Week" during the summer one year. The room had been cleared in the middle so that a class could sit down and listen to some dude who painted for a living (or whatever). Anyway, the room got really full up and some idiot teacher started making the last few kids sit under tables at the side of the room! I was one such kid. At first I wasn't impressed but then Mrs.O'Sullivan sat on top of the table to my right and these metre long legs came over the side, dressed in black fish-net stockings!!
I was stunned. "Holy fuck!" I thought and I just looked at them as they hung over the side, swaying back and forth . I wanted to touch them! I wanted to run my hand over that diamond shaped mesh that covered her legs! My jaw was left hanging and I spent the entire session checking her out up to her skirt rather than listen to that damn hippy. I'll always remember Mrs.O'Sullivan. She was fantastic!
Lastly there was my French teacher Mrs.Cahill. She was a petite, dark blonde milf in her late 30s or so, had a great figure, slim but with curves in all the right places! She was so cute.....and also beautiful. I loved her to bits. I dunno, she was just so perfect I thought. She was a brilliant teacher who really helped students learn and she deserved to be recognised for that. But her husband was an absolute bastard and did the dirty on her by having a shag with some slag in a stationary closet at the primary school where he was headmaster. He was a complete prat and I have no respect for the man (if he can be called that). I wanted to clip him round the back off the head and say "You stupid dick! You screwed an average (near-average I'd say, she wasn't a looker) looking woman who looks like a walking mop? And you did this behind your beautiful wife's back?! What the hell is wrong with you?! WTF were you thinking you jackass!". They had two kids, he caused their break up. What. A. Twat. Words can't describe how much of an idiot he was. He caused so much unhappiness for his wife. I guess in the end I felt sorry for Mrs.Cahill. That beautiful woman did not deserve to go through such an event in life. My sympathies go out to her even now. But I didn't fancy her out of pity, no I fancied the pants off of her because she was what I saw as the perfect woman. I couldn't find one thing wrong with her.
So there we are. Those are my three.
Mrs.Tidball was a babe of a teacher who looked like a college student with huge bangers. You wanted to do so much with her and you knew those big tits of hers would come in handy. You wanted to bend her over a desk and bang her so hard!
Mrs.O'Sullivan was that naughty model-like woman who was married but currently lacked kids. For all I knew, I was gonna get a history lesson in sex presented to me by her, dressed in nothing but a bra, panties and fish-net tights. Maybe there's room for a whip too? lol
And Mrs.Cahill was that perfect woman who you wanted to marry. I'm sure she found happiness in the end. She wasn't going to lose at the game of life just like that. No, she had a driving force behind and was destined to live a far better life than ever before! She was gonna do just fine.
Wow, look at everything I've typed.
Well, I had stories to tell. Might as well type it out for you peeps to read.
I've lived, I've seen many types of women in life. Those were three of the best ever! Those were my top favourites. :thumbsup: