How to remove clothes from a MILF new teacher

[Hypoxia]

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[Jada59]

Darn! I wanted to know how!

 

[TxRad]

Darn! I wanted to know how!

I know how but I want to compare notes.

BTW: Welcome back big H. Your brand of insanity has been missed.

 

[oggbashan]

The same way as any other woman - however she wants the undressing done.

 

[Handley_Page]

(ignore)

Welcome back; we all hope you are well.

The wise woman may give a few clues to the ignorant swain at times.

 

[Zeb_Carter]

There are two ways to do it, though one requires the use of magic.

Welcome back... did you go somewhere? I have to pay more attention around here.

 

[Hypoxia]

I've not been on forums for some months because 1) medical procedures and 2) busy writing stories. Time spent on forums is time spent not writing stories. I'm blocked in a story and so am back on a forum.

Problem: I'm fictionalizing a real news piece about a high school senior in summer session who impregnated all his classmates and the teacher in the first week. I'm trying to rationalize a seduction after a few days.

The post I deleted:

I am at a sticking point. A perceptive ex-jock must (storywise) fuck his summer-session teacher. But how? He met her five days ago at the tiny farm-town school and has already screwed all his classmates, including teach's daughter, by 'studying' with them at his nearby abode and cooling off after in the private watering tank. So how does he get teach?

* Invites her home to review his week's work; massages her tired shoulders.
* She sits in his lap in an over-crowded car daughter drives; his cock slips in.
* She goes mad from his injury-stoked pheromones, fucks him on her desk.
* She is hyper-impressed by his startling perceptions and must possess him.
* He busily fucks daughter & friend when teach walks in and demands equity.
* Tentacle monsters (in Kansas?) make her seek refuge with studly student.
* She invites him to the nearby city's strip club where she works weekends.
* They walk together; a tornado looms; his place has the nearest shelter.
* Something entirely different. But hopefully somewhat believable.

This is blocking my next story submission. The tale otherwise writes itself. But how does a tiny-town teacher open herself to a bright 18-YO new student? I have never been in a similar position and so have no experience to fall back on.
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EDIT: Raymond Chandlers maxim is, IF YOU DON'T KNOW WHERE TO GO, SHOOT SOMEBODY. I don't want a school shooting but I think I can exploit a tornado. I should mention that I'm torn between two poles: 1) make it believable, or 2) choose the least likely fork in the road. But no tentacles.

 

[coati]

I am at a sticking point. A perceptive ex-jock must (storywise) fuck his summer-session teacher. But how? He met her five days ago at the tiny farm-town school and has already screwed all his classmates, including teach's daughter, by 'studying' with them at his nearby abode and cooling off after in the private watering tank. So how does he get teach?

* Invites her home to review his week's work; massages her tired shoulders.
* She sits in his lap in an over-crowded car daughter drives; his cock slips in.
* She goes mad from his injury-stoked pheromones, fucks him on her desk.
* She is hyper-impressed by his startling perceptions and must possess him.
* He busily fucks daughter & friend when teach walks in and demands equity.
* Tentacle monsters (in Kansas?) make her seek refuge with studly student.
* She invites him to the nearby city's strip club where she works weekends.
* They walk together; a tornado looms; his place has the nearest shelter.
* Something entirely different. But hopefully somewhat believable.

This is blocking my next story submission. The tale otherwise writes itself. But how does a tiny-town teacher open herself to a bright 18-YO new student? I have never been in a similar position and so have no experience to fall back on.

As a reader, I would prefer some variation of your third option. If it's a summer session where attendance tends to be low and there is very little budget for custodial help, the setup could be them being the only ones left in the school after class, with teacher being responsible for locking up when she leaves.

Things get quiet when she is helping him understand an assignment, he accidentally brushes against her as they review the paperwork, they both get the same feeling at the same time, etc.

 

[Hypoxia]

As a reader, I would prefer some variation of your third option. If it's a summer session where attendance tends to be low and there is very little budget for custodial help, the setup could be them being the only ones left in the school after class, with teacher being responsible for locking up when she leaves.

Things get quiet when she is helping him understand an assignment, he accidentally brushes against her as they review the paperwork, they both get the same feeling at the same time, etc.

I'm considering an opposite scenario. They're the only ones left and she's about to review his work when a janitor throws them out for fire-sprinkler maintenance. Now the options are:

A) She drives him to her cool & quiet home for review -- but why undress?
B) They walk to his nearby hot house for the session -- she strips because:
B1) It's so hot; she just MUST dip in the watering tank like all the girls; or
B2) His sweaty pheromones drive her to fuck him on the kitchen table; or
B3) Tornado alarm! She trips entering basement shelter & needs massage.

B1 is out because I've overused the watering-tank ploy. B2 is out because I don't believe in magic scents except to parody. B3 is tempting and I've only used the massage ploy a few times.

Wait! Another thought! She falls on a jumping cholla in a cactus garden and he must tweezer the spines from her bare buttocks. Then, the thigh-kissing...

 

[coati]

Hmmm, tornado or jumping cholla? Let's see...

 

[coati]

A violent tornado would shake both of them to their very souls, perhaps leading the teacher to understand life is short and she needs to take risks.

Cholla spines, on the other hand, often leave a lingering irritation for many hours.

 

[Hypoxia]

I have decided. Tornado.

I have had cholla spines tweezered from my bare buttocks and yes, they sting.

I have survived close encounters with tornadoes and they're pervo sexy.

Of course this funnel destroys the country school so classes are moved to the village aquarium where tentacle monsters emerge and summer students (all seniors) and teachers must jump naked into the dolphin tank for safety. Wait -- the farm town is too small for an aquarium. But the Bavarian restaurant's expansive fish pond offers shelter.

Or the tornado misses the school but hits the fish pond, throwing edibles and tentacle monsters across the countryside. Holy mackerel!

Alas, the news item on which this tale is based did not mention tentacle monsters. I don't recall if tornadoes were involved but I can fake it.

 

[Zeb_Carter]

The last tornado I encounter was on a drive from Chicago to Atlanta in a UHaul rental truck. It was in north Georgia swept across the road right in front of me. I was moving so fast eastward, I didn't even hit the brakes. It dissipated just across the road when it had to dip down into a deep chasm. I stopped at the next rest stop. My wife and step-son were in the car behind me.

When they got out of the car they were screaming at me, "Didn't you see that tornado?"

I just nodded at them and went in and got a Coke.

It didn't even suck up the cars that were under it as it crossed the road. No biggie.d

As far as getting someone out of their clothes. A pretty co-worker and I were gabbing out front of the office building when a bee flew up the sleeve of her dress. I tried to tell her just to raise her arm, but she panicked and started slapping at it. It stung her and she almost ripped her dress off. Like the gentleman I was, I pulled off my suit coat and wrapped her in it as I walked her back into the office building so she could get dressed.

She was very pretty and her bra and panties were lace and matched. She was very embarrassed, but thanked me profusely for lending her my suit jacket. I made sure she was okay, before I let her drive home. Luckily she wasn't allergic to bee stings.

 

[Handley_Page]

I've not been on forums for some months because 1) medical procedures and 2) busy writing stories. Time spent on forums is time spent not writing stories. I'm blocked in a story and so am back on a forum.

Problem: I'm fictionalizing a real news piece about a high school senior in summer session who impregnated all his classmates and the teacher in the first week. I'm trying to rationalize a seduction after a few days.

The post I deleted:

I am at a sticking point. A perceptive ex-jock must (storywise) fuck his summer-session teacher. But how? He met her five days ago at the tiny farm-town school and has already screwed all his classmates, including teach's daughter, by 'studying' with them at his nearby abode and cooling off after in the private watering tank.
So how does he get teach?

* Invites her home to review his week's work; massages her tired shoulders.
* She sits in his lap in an over-crowded car daughter drives; his cock slips in.
* She goes mad from his injury-stoked pheromones, fucks him on her desk.
* She is hyper-impressed by his startling perceptions and must possess him.
* He busily fucks daughter & friend when teach walks in and demands equity.
* Tentacle monsters (in Kansas?) make her seek refuge with studly student.
* She invites him to the nearby city's strip club where she works weekends.
* They walk together; a tornado looms; his place has the nearest shelter.
* Something entirely different. But hopefully somewhat believable.

This is blocking my next story submission. The tale otherwise writes itself. But how does a tiny-town teacher open herself to a bright 18-YO new student? I have never been in a similar position and so have no experience to fall back on.
____________________

EDIT: Raymond Chandlers maxim is, IF YOU DON'T KNOW WHERE TO GO, SHOOT SOMEBODY. I don't want a school shooting but I think I can exploit a tornado. I should mention that I'm torn between two poles: 1) make it believable, or 2) choose the least likely fork in the road. But no tentacles.

I'd suggest that Teach gets good and pissed off with her daughter for shagging him, organises a meeting and demands he pay her some attention.

 

[Hypoxia]

I have my solution and yes, Mom the teacher does walk in on a daughter-shagging, but she wants and gets hers, too. I just now submitted HAREM-SCAREM in Group Sex. It should be up in a couple of days.

EDIT/UPDATE: I slept on it, thought of a few things, edited, and re-submitted. I added literary merit i.e. adjectives. It will take a few more hours to see the light of day. I'll post a link as soon as HAREM-SCAREM goes live.

Meanwhile, I await the voices in my head to tell me what to write next. Maybe historical epics. THE AVIATRIX is of a Western cattle-king's flying daughter who trains pilots in WWI and screws many aeronauts. (UNTITLED) has two rich USA expats being pervy around the Mediterranean circa 1904-8. GYROPLANE sees someone fly to remote spots to fuck people. In RV LIFE, an old gal recruits two bi lads to tend to her while motoring about. Variant: she recruits her nephews or grandsons, possibly insane.

A couple of short series need completion. My voices have now yet told me how. Ratz.

 

[LexxRuthless]

Darn. Missed the opportunity here. I would have gone with the guy being lovably clumsy. He is profusely apologetic after he spills a large beverage all over her outfit, begging her to let him make it up to her. She winds up at his place, taking a hot shower while he puts her clothes into the laundry. After the shower, though, she has nothing to wear until the laundry is done...

 

[Hypoxia]

Darn. Missed the opportunity here. I would have gone with the guy being lovably clumsy. He is profusely apologetic after he spills a large beverage all over her outfit, begging her to let him make it up to her. She winds up at his place, taking a hot shower while he puts her clothes into the laundry. After the shower, though, she has nothing to wear until the laundry is done...

I thought of that, but decided to let her be the clumsy one. Oh, I fell! Strained my calf and thigh! Need the pain massaged away! My dress is in the way!

The story: Harem-Scarem

 

[Tio_Narratore]

And I was getting a bit of inspiration from Bull Durham...

She's fond of the lovable, over-studded student, and wants to help develop his intellectual side. The challenge seduces her, and she decides to fuck him. Tied to her bed. As she slowly strips to get his attention, she reads lines from Shakespeare. On the bed, excerpts from Sartre's "Being and Nothingness' slip out between lips and shaft, followed by readings from Durkheim as she rides the cowboy. Her dedication to education gets her out of her clothes, and her application of Pavlovian conditioning meets with success.

 

[shewantsmore]

I've not been on forums for some months because 1) medical procedures and 2) busy writing stories. Time spent on forums is time spent not writing stories. I'm blocked in a story and so am back on a forum.

Problem: I'm fictionalizing a real news piece about a high school senior in summer session who impregnated all his classmates and the teacher in the first week. I'm trying to rationalize a seduction after a few days.

The post I deleted:

I am at a sticking point. A perceptive ex-jock must (storywise) fuck his summer-session teacher. But how? He met her five days ago at the tiny farm-town school and has already screwed all his classmates, including teach's daughter, by 'studying' with them at his nearby abode and cooling off after in the private watering tank. So how does he get teach?

* Invites her home to review his week's work; massages her tired shoulders.
* She sits in his lap in an over-crowded car daughter drives; his cock slips in.
* She goes mad from his injury-stoked pheromones, fucks him on her desk.
* She is hyper-impressed by his startling perceptions and must possess him.
* He busily fucks daughter & friend when teach walks in and demands equity.
* Tentacle monsters (in Kansas?) make her seek refuge with studly student.
* She invites him to the nearby city's strip club where she works weekends.
* They walk together; a tornado looms; his place has the nearest shelter.
* Something entirely different. But hopefully somewhat believable.

This is blocking my next story submission. The tale otherwise writes itself. But how does a tiny-town teacher open herself to a bright 18-YO new student? I have never been in a similar position and so have no experience to fall back on.
____________________

EDIT: Raymond Chandlers maxim is, IF YOU DON'T KNOW WHERE TO GO, SHOOT SOMEBODY. I don't want a school shooting but I think I can exploit a tornado. I should mention that I'm torn between two poles: 1) make it believable, or 2) choose the least likely fork in the road. But no tentacles.

You have to make it slightly realistic,she's a teacher so she's not going to throw herself at you,you already had her daughter so for me it would either be sitting in back of car as daughter drives or there's a tornado but I think the daughter is involved somewhere

 

[Hypoxia]

You have to make it slightly realistic,she's a teacher so she's not going to throw herself at you,you already had her daughter so for me it would either be sitting in back of car as daughter drives or there's a tornado but I think the daughter is involved somewhere

As I said, I had her fall while entering the tornado shelter -- she strained her leg badly, needed a massage, yada yada -- and she's drawn to this perceptive lad. The daughter involvement comes a couple days later. I also hinted that her past might not be pure, what with changing schools regularly. But that's a subtext.

I haven't really looked for the original news report upon which I based the tale but I doubt the lad's seduction technique was detailed so I had to make it up. That's the 'fiction' part here. Maybe the truth would disillusion us. Or maybe he really could talk a snake out of its skin.

 

[waratah]

Competitive streak

Teacher cant bear the thought of not attracting look from him (or men in general).
A development of "mirror mirror on the wall...."

 

[Blind_Justice]

I want tentacle monsters. Make it happen.

Lets be rational here - the jock saving teach from tentacle monsters is as plausible as a boy laying a whole class in a week. That usually happens in hentai and especially desperate flash visual novels. So why not go all out, toss in a secret cat/rabbit girl into the mix, blend in some tentacle monsters and go full blast with it? Maybe the tentacle monsters secrete some aphrodisiac while trying to do teach, jock saves her and she is totally high on that stuff and needs to fuck right now!!

Doesn't sound any more far-fetched than the jock doing his whole class.

<insert cheeky little smiley here - I'm not hating on you, Hypoxia!>