I never dreamed I would be writing to Forum, but the events of the other day necessitate my doing so.
My son came home from school complaining of his new teacher. It surprised me, because he’s always been an excellent student. My wife usually handles these affairs but, to my good fortune, she happened to be busy that day. I told my son to relax, that I would check into the matter.
It was late afternoon when I approached the school alone. The place seemed deserted; my steps echoed through the halls. My son had assured me his teacher always stayed late grading papers. I knocked at the door and heard a muffled voice say, “Come in.” The woman was seated, but she looked tall and thin, wearing a well-tailored suit. She was attractive in a strange sort of way. I told her who I was and she pointed to a chair next to her desk. I was completely and utterly shocked at what happened next.
She smelled of roses, cinnamon, and hyacinth. Her voice was silky and husky as she whispered in my ear her intentions. I was totally captivated. Her lips were soft velvet brushing their way down my body. Dark red manicured fingers lowered my zipper and reached inside. She nuzzled my thigh as she pulled my dick to full erection. My legs felt weak as she tongued the end of my throbbing pecker. She reached between my legs and cupped my balls, expertly sucking and licking the entire length of my stiff one ever so slowly.
I felt my toes tingling and the small hairs on the base of my neck standing up. At this maddening rate I wouldn’t be able to hold back long. I tried to think some dick-wilting thoughts, but she must have sensed this. When my mind strayed, she brought my attention back to the business at hand by gently tightening her grip around my balls.
I soon gushed my spunk into her greedy mouth. She didn’t miss a drop. She swallowed it all, then gave me a big French kiss.
By this time, I wanted more than a blowjob. I picked her up and slid her onto her desk, scattering papers to the floor. I lifted her skirt up around her waist as I leaned forward to kiss her. I crushed my lips against hers. As I reached into her panties, I was about to get my second surprise of the day. There, taped down to her thigh, was a boner almost as big as mine. Needless to say, she was really a he.
I left the room under a vow of silence. I must say, my son never complained about his teacher again.
—K.D., San Francisco, California