The Prim and Proper Teacher

[angelique127]

Mrs. Monica Burke had only been a high school history teacher for two years. Although she was was only twenty seven years young, she came across as far more mature, or old fashioned. At least that is what her ex-husband, Steven, accused her of being, if not frigid. Their marriage had lasted even shorter than her teaching career, about a year and a half altogether, not counting the year that they had dated. While Steven got involved with several other females after the divorce, Monica preferred to bury herself in her job, and avoid relationships. Not that she wasn't pretty or desirable, with her long blonde hair, slim waist, and ample full breasts, she just didn't want to complicate her life again, too soon. Monica was quite content with her quiet lifestyle...

...except for the young, cocky, eighteen year old, troublemaker, who constantly disrupted her third period class each day, and the big, hard muscled, rather attractive PE coach of the school football team. And to make matters worse, Steven was calling and dropping by her apartment almost every day, hinting that maybe she could give him a second chance. He even admitted that he had been wrong to dissolve their marriage so fast...


Characters needed...

Steven Burke- the ex hubby, who, having a change of heart and is tired of the dating scene, wants his lovely ex wife back, at any cost. A very successful tax attorny.

Mike Andrews- the handsome, buffed, well hung, PE coach with a reputation of being a ladies man. Dominate by nature, he has it bad for the foxy, yet subdued teacher...

Drake Jenkins- the young student with a bad attitude. A loner, he loves to fight and drink. Has no respect for authority... { this role has been filled }

the other two roles are by PM only. RP's with the ability to write more than one sentence desired. I wouldn't mind having another female play also, maybe in the role of Drake Jenkins girlfriend or a female who was/is dating Steven...

 

[angelique127]

Last period

Monica Burke gazed out at the unruly students in her class, wondering why she ever chose to go into teaching in the first place. Most of them were troublemakers with failing grades, or jocks, not interested in anything but sports. Worse yet, some were potheads, speedfreaks, even alcoholics at a very young age. At least two girls were pregnant. The few students who were interested in history and had a passing grade, were simply too few and far between to make it all seem worthwhile or rewarding.

" Class, it is time to settle down now, and return to your seats."

She ignored the rude and sarcastic remarks, and watched the reluctant seniors return to their desks. " Has anyone seen Mr. Drake Jenkins today, in any other of your classes ? " She already knew she wouldn't receive a straight answer, for no one dared to rat on another student. Drake Jenkins had been warned not to miss another class, or show up late. Secretly, she was rather relieved, Drake was the worst of the worse, totally defiant to authority and almost uncontollable when he did attend her class. He was almost nineteen years old, having to repeat his senior year again to graduate.

Monica sighed, wanting to get this day over with. And it was only Monday, the beginning of a long week. After class, she had a dreaded meeting with Mike Andrews, the arrogant but well loved coach of the football team. Lately, he seemed to be making suggestive, lewd remarks, hinting that he wouldn't mind dating her, knowing that she was available since her divorce. The reason for the meeting was his young senior star quarterback was failing her class and maybe wouldn't be permitted to start on Saturday...

And then their was Steve, her ex husband. He was bound and determined to make her life completely miserable, wanting a second chance, after putting her through hell during their divorce. He constantly called and showed up at her apartment, uninvited, at all hours day or night...swearing that she was the only woman he ever loved. As if his countless affairs meant nothing, and never caused her any pain...

" Okay, let's open our textbooks to page forty-five..." she began. The door opened and Drake Jenkins sauntered into the room, late as usual..." Excuse me, Mr. Jenkins, you're late. "

 

[makofin]

Drake Jenkins

stands six ft tall, two hundred pds, long shoulder length brown hair, tatooed and wears a leather jacket and black army combat boots. A loner, he despises his fellow students and teachers alike.

Drake smoked the joint down to the last quarter inch, until it burnt his fingers. The final bell had sounded three minutes ago, but he could care less, and he walked from outside the library into the empty hall and towards his last class of the day, enjoying his buzz. Unsmiling, he opened the door and entered Mrs. Burke's history class. She was, by far, the prettiest teacher in the entire school, but she was known to be uptight and strict, and followed the rules to the letter, cutting no one any slack. This wasn't the first time he was tardy, as she liked to call it.

Everyone turned their heads, looking in his direction.

" Excuse me, Mr. Jenkins, you're late. "

" Yeah, so what ? At least I showed up, bitch. " he said, tired of her constant harassment.

 

[angelique127]

" Yeah, so what ? At least I showed up, bitch. "

" What did you call me ? How dare you ...I will not tolerate such language in my classroom, young man ! " Monica stammered, pushing her glasses back on the bridge of her nose. She ignored the snickers and comments made by the students, some who were laughing.

" Get out of my classroom, Mr. Jenkins, now ! " she demanded.

Drake smirked and shrugged his shoulders, but headed for the hallway. Monica followed, filled with anger. Once in the hall, she confronted him, resisting the urge to slap the wise-ass grin off of his smug face, but she managed to keep her temper under control...

" You better change your attitude, Drake Jenkins. This is your final warning, do you understand ? Do you want to repeat your senior year again ? You may think that you are big and tough, and cool, but... you fail to realize, that everyone else is laughing at you behind your back ! They think you are a loser ! "

For a moment, Monica thought she had gone too far. He had a reputation of committing violence against everyone and anyone who dared cross his path, to include teacher's, adults, cops and fellow students. Drake's mean and cold dark eyes narrowed, devoid of any emotion except maybe pure contempt. They stared at each other, for several seconds... until Drake smiled and to Monica's utter astonishment, he apoligized, saying that he was sorry.

" Very well, Mr. Jenkins, go take your seat. And you will remain after class for detention today. " Monica Burke breathed a sigh of relief...

 

[makofin]

When Drake went back into the class, a few of the boys expressed their admiration.

" Hey Jenkins, way too go ! "

" I can't believe you had the balls to say that to her face ! " another said, trying to slap him on the back. Drake grabbed his arm, and twisted it behind his back. " If you ever touch me again, dickhead, I'll rip your fucking arm off and beat you with it. " he sneered. Mrs. Burke glared sternly at him, and Drake released his arm, shoving the asshole aside. He took his seat and crossed his arms across his chest, looking bored.

Drake watched the teacher as she paced back and forth, reading from the textbook. She had to be the best looking babe on the whole school faculty, although she dressed conservatively. When she wore a dress or a skirt, they were always below the knee, but Mrs. Burke never failed to wear those old fashioned stockings. He knew that they weren't pantyhose, because she was constantly adjusting them, and once Drake had happened to catch a glimpse of her stockingtops after she had uncrossed her legs. And somebody would have to be blind not to notice that Monica Burke had a fine body, along with a nice, full rack underneath those severe, buttoned up blouses.

No, Drake didn't spend much time studying, unless it was Mrs. Burkes tight, classic butte !

 

[elrod]

Steve Burke
Ok mused Steve- so I have been a lush - Since leaving Monica he had indulged- oh yes he had - Yep taken every advantage he could to see if sex was the real answer to his unsettled lusting state. And in truth he admitted - it had been. He had indulged in hot exchanges - from young pussy to elder kinky. He ws amazed at the variety of ways an erotic woman could excite him and the more he got- the more he wanted.

But he had to admit- it was one thing to fuck- but another to learn that with a willing experienced partner. He thought back to the woman who was always in the back of his mind. For no matter who it was he coupled with- her face adn body seemd to come floating through - like a challenge and reminder of his failure. And damn it- he felt possessive - even now- Monica was under his skin.

If I knew then - what I knew now he wondered. He had been rather straight and boring - the missionary position had been ok for him as he knerw at the time- but saztisfy a woman too. Umm he was not sure. But he knew now!!!!! - He remembered her hungry impatience and flickers of erotic exchange when they first met- but it had become a routine of Saturday night or Sunday morning adn little else in between. Well now he knew different. He wondered how much she had changed too - what young buck is between her thighs he wondered- and found the thought had a stirring arrousing effect. Geeze - if only he could have another chance- how would they couple.

He realised he could not settle until at least he had talked this through- But how!!!! He wanted to get this settled one way or the other- he knew he was in danger of pestering her- frankly - he wanted to get her to bed!!! If it was as he hoped - they could go forward, If it was a failure- well - he would admit dfefeat and once and for all - gice her the freedom she deserved

He remembered her body, the way she used to respond- the heat of her- the excitement of her lips- and now he wanted to help her enjoy pleasure she had not experienced with him before.

He sat down at his computer and began to write to her- He set out to express his confusion and his desires - he wrote to her erotically explaining all this - and asked her if she would meet for dinner.

 

[HEELSNHOSE]

Tiffany Cunningham

OC: 18 years old, blond, cheerleader and voted to be on the homecoming court.
Drake has been dating me for a week. 36C-22-34

Drake has been dating me for just this past week. I think he's cool, being so independant, knowing what he wants especially in a girlfriend.

I can tell he like girls that wear real nylons held up by a garter belt, by the "Leg Show" magazines he has in his car. He points at a picture of a schoolgirl dressed in a red pleated mini skirt, white nylons and a white satin blouse and red heels.

"When you come to school on Monday, I want to see you dressed like that. That is if you want me to take you to the homecoming dance."

"Oh, yes, Drake....I'll do anything you say."

So here I am in Mrs. Burke's class dressed just as the girl in the magazine. Drake hasn't seen me yet so I want to surprise him when he gets to class.

I'm wearing a white satin button down blouse, a red plaid, pleated mini skirt, white silky nylons held up by a white satin garter belt, matching panties and white demi 1/2 see through bra. On my feet are 4 1/2" red stillettos and I have a red satin scarf tied around my neck. I look almost like a teenage french whore.

Mrs. Burke told Drake to take his seat, right next to me. I look at him and smile, turning my legs in his direction. I cross my legs making sure my nylon tops and garter straps show. But his attention is still on Mrs. Burke.

 

[makofin]

Drake

Drake heard someone pop their bubblegum, and turned to see Tiffany sitting next to him. He did a doubletake, she looked sensational ! She was wearing white stockings, red heels, along with a pleated miniskirt, and a smile.

Mrs. Burke was instantly forgotten.

His girlfriend looked like she had just stepped out of the pages of ' Leg Show' magazine. They had only been dating, if you could call it that, for about a week. Other than kissing, copping a feel of her nice pert titties, and a promise, they had not went all the way. Usually, Drake would have dropped a girl by now if they didn't put out, but Tiffany was different. She was the hottest bitch in the whole school, and worth waiting for. It was rumored that she wasn't a virgin, and he figured she didn't want to come across as too easy. Whatever, today the pretty blonde, cheerleader was dressed to please.

Drake scribbled a note, asking if she needed a ride home, and passed it to her. He had football practice after school, plus detention, but was willing to skip out on both if it meant spending time alone with Tiffany. Maybe they could lock themselves in his room, drink a couple of reebs and smoke a hooter. Tiffany had gotten high for the first time the other day and liked it. She had giggled alot but had seemed to lose her inhabitions, giving him a quick handjob afterwards.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw Mrs. Burke walking towards them, and she was not smiling.

 

[angelique127]

the classroom

Mrs. Burke was reading the chapter about Manifest Destiny in front of the class, when she noticed Mr. Jenkins pass a note to Tiffany Cunningham. At first, she ignored the exchange, but then she happened to see the way that Tiffany was dressed, like a little tramp. Not only that, she appeared to be flirting with that troublemaker Drake Jenkin's alot lately. This was surprising, because Tiffany had always been a good, straight A student, was a cheerleader, if not very popular. Drake, on the other hand, was a juvenile delinquent, always in trouble, suspended countless times, and was suspected of being involved with drugs. She was making a big mistake...


They were sitting in the back of the class, oblivious to their surroundings, and the teacher stopped directly in front of them. Drake shoved the folded note in the pocket of his leather jacket, smirking at her. Tiffany blew a big pink bubble, and appeared innocent of any wrongdoing.

" Miss Cunningham, you do know that I do not permit the chewing of gum in my classroom. Get rid of it immediately, please. ''

" As for you Mr. Jenkin's, I would like the note that you have hidden in your pocket. '' she said sternly...

 

[makofin]

" As for you, Mr. Jenkin's, I would like that note you have hidden in your pocket. "

" What note ? I ain't got no note. '' Drake said.

Mrs. Burke, hands on her hips, glared down at him.

" I told you, I ain't got no note. What are you gonna do, strip search me ? "

They stared at each other, and Drake finally snapped. " Listen bitch, I'm sick of you treating me like I'm in second grade. You want the fucking note ? " he stood up knocking the desk over, and crumpled the note in his hand and threw it at her face. " There, take it. I'm outta here, I don't have to take this shit from some frigid cold, tight ass bitch ! ''

Drake grabbed Tiffany's hand and yanked her to her feet. She had no choice but to follow him out the door. Mrs. Burke demanded that they return to their seats. Once in the empty hallway, he pinned her up against the lockers, kissing her. His hand reached under her short skirt and squeezed her fine ass through her silk panties.

" Let's go to my house. " he groaned, seeing the excitement in her pretty blue eyes.

 

[poohlive]

Mike stood, frigid as a statue along the foul line, as he watched the boys scrimmage a basketball game. This was a regular P.E. class, filled with as many star talents as losers, and he tried to make the teams as even as possible. Some lagged behind while others were passing under their legs and dunking, or fading away impossible shots.

He got lost in the trance of the game, his eyes glazing over, when someone threw open the doors, running straight for him.

Well over six feet tall, Mike was easily seen inside the gym.

"Mr. Andrews... Mr. Andrews..."

Mike blew his whistle, stopping the game. A small girl with pigtails and braces was nearly sprinting towards him.

"It's Mrs. Burke. Something happened in class. They said they needed you."

Mrs. Burke, the history teacher? That nice young girl with the long legs that kept to herself? He hadn't been able to talk to her much. She seemed to live her own life.

He nodded, "Guys, class is done early. Hit the showers."

In a flash he was gone. A blur of gym shorts and a tight red t shirt dashed through the halls, searching for her room. He nearly ran someone down, narrowly sidestepping what could have been a catastrophe.

"Mrs. Burke?" Inside the classroom, he saw an overturned desk, and several students either scared, annoyed, or whispering loudly.

"What happened, are you ok?" She looked shaken, but fine...

 

[HEELSNHOSE]

Tiffany

As I open my legs for Drake to show him I dressed as he pleased, I slid my pleated skirt higher on my thighs so he could see my white satin garter straps. The tops of my white nylons straining, pulled taut.

I smile at him as he writes something. But Mrs. Burke catches him. She wants the note. Drake stands up and tosses it in her face. Then he grabs my hand and pulls me out of class, my high heels clicking on the floor, my skirt billows up above my nylon tops and garter straps so everyone can see.

Drake takes me out of class then pins me against the lockers. With an open mouth kiss he forcefully sticks his tongue in my mouth. I comply and open mine. He is so strong and handsome.

I feel his hands run down along the side of my skirt, then behind me to the hem, then lower as he feels my nylon tops and garter straps. His hands trace along the garter straps, higher until he reaches my silken, wet panties. He grinds himself into me and I feel his hard cock.

He breaks the kiss and looks into my eyes.

"Let's go to my house."

I'm breathing heavily. I'm excited, but I don't know if I should leave school. Yet I told him I would do anything that he says. I even bought the sluttiest homecoming dress and lingerie to wear under it for him when he takes me to the homecoming dance this weekend.

I bite my lip as his hands cup my breasts through my satin blouse.

"Why don't we go back to class?" I ask. "I'm sure Mrs. Burke will forgive you somehow."

 

[angelique127]

" Mrs. Burke ? Monica looks up and Mike Andrews, the very attractive P.E. teacher is standing there, appearing concerned. " What happened, are you okay ? "

" Y-y-yes, I think so. " she stammers, grateful for a strong male's presense, even though the danger has passed. Drake Jenkins violent outburst has left her somewhat shaken...Monica composes herself, and instructs the student's to continue reading their books to themselves, while she speaks with Mr. Andrews in private. The coach follows Monica into the hall.

" Oh Mr. Andrew's, I don't know what I'm going to do about Drake Jenkins. He does nothing but totally disrupt my class, uses foul language...he's just unmanagable ! I 've already went to principle Conners, and he is already aware of the situation, but unless he strikes someone, their is not much anyone can do. Meanwhile Mr. Jenkins constantly disrepects me...and I am somewhat frightened of him. You saw what happened when Carl Roberts, the science teacher, had him suspended ! "

Carl Roberts was severly beaten in the parking lot after leaving school one evening. Their were no witnesses, and he refused to say who assaulted him, although everyone knew who it was.

" Anyhow, you are probably the only teacher he has any respect for, being his coach on the football team, perhaps you could speak to him, if you get a chance ? " Monica asked hopefully, glancing shyly up at him from beneath lowered eyelashes, " I would be so very grateful."

 

[poohlive]

"He's just getting that age, you know? He wants to rebel. We all did it at one time... I got my ear pierced."

He smiled at that. He remembered the hours and hours of argument it meant when he got home. But, he wanted to do things his own way.

Mrs. Burke looked shaken, beyond anything. What had Jenkins done? Was she just this fragile, or had he made a threat?

Mike brought her into a hug, holding her and waiting for her to calm down.

"I can talk to him, ok? And, I can make sure nothing happens to you. I'll walk you to your car, and even home if you don't feel safe. He might try some shit with a little science teacher, but he'll need a bit more before taking me."

As he smiled at that, he looked into her soft baby doe eyes.

"I promise you, he won't hurt you, ok?"

 

[makofin]

Drake and Tiffany

'' Why don't we go back to class ? I'm sure Mrs. Burke will forgive you somehow. " Tiffany suggests.

" Nah. I ain't worried about her. I got something planned for that bitch. By time I'm done with her, she'll be kissing both of our asses, believe me. " Drake promised, his middle finger slipping under Tiffany's panties, discovering how hot and wet she was. Goddamn if she wasn't dripping ! Drake's finger slides easily into her tight cunt. Tiffany gasps, and Drake knows he has to have her now, he can't wait any longer. His dick is rock hard, and needs to pound her sweet, young pussy as soon as possible.

" Come on, lets go to my car. " he demands, dragging her towards the parking lot. On the way they pass a some freshman geek, wearing coke bottle glasses and struggling with an armload of books, and Drake lifts Tiffanys skirt, showing her off. The geek's mouth drops open he spills everything onto the floor. Drake laughed, not stopping to mess with the sorry assed punk. He has one thing only on his mind, and that is giving Tiffany Cunningham what she deserves !

Drake unlocks the door of his Camero, and tells Tiffany to climb into the back seat. She has to bend over to get in, and he gets an eyeful of her fine panty clad ass. Goddamn. Drake gets in beside her, and orders the blonde cheerleader to take off her white blouse. Unable to wait, he volunteers to help, and reaches over to push the top button through the tiny hole...

 

[angelique127]

" I promise, he won't hurt you okay ? " Mike Andrews reassured her, giving her a hug.

Monica felt safe and secure in his strong arms, although she felt a little uncomfortable too. She didn't really trust men, and their intentions, so soon after the divorce. Steven, her ex husband, had betrayed her, sleeping with other women, leaving Monica scarred, bitter, and resentful. He had destroyed her confidence, making the young teacher feel worthless. She knew that she was pretty and desirable, sexy even, but her self esteem was at a all time low lately.

Drake Jenkins words echoed in her mind... I don't have to take this shit from some frigid, cold, tight assed bitch. Maybe he was correct...Steven used to say the same thing, whenever they argued.

" Thank you Mr. Andrews." Monica blushed, feeling embarrassed, and stepped back. " I'll be alright now."

Monica hoped, for an instant, that Mike Andrews would ask her out...if only to talk, perhaps, or have a drink somewhere...she was bored and tired of going home to the same, old lonely apartment. Every night was filled with eatting a quick microwave dinner, grading papers, and watching romantic re-runs on American Movie Classics...she longed for a little excitement for a change !

 

[poohlive]

She didn't look all right. There was this scared look in her eyes still, he could tell she was thinking about something. Damn, Jenkins must have really gotten to her today. What could he have done to make her soo frail like this.

He remembered that she was recently divorced though. Maybe it wasn't Jenkins after all, maybe part of this is her own baggage. It just got dumped on her right now because of Jenkins acting up.

He didn't know much about that psychological stuff, but he understood pain when he saw it.

"Maybe you shouldn't be alone tonight. You know, ummm... they've got some silly special down at uhhh, Charlie's tonight? Some seafood thing. I heard it's really good. I don't know if you wanna go or not... but ummm, it'll be my treat. Give you a chance to get away from things for awhile."

 

[HEELSNHOSE]

Tiffany

Drake puts his finger into my steaming, hot pussy. My knees buckle. I let out a moan. "MMMMMM.....Drake...pleassssseee..."

"Let's go to the car," he demands, pulling me by the hand. We stop in front of some freshman and Drake picks me up. My pleated skirt rides high on my legs exposing my nylon tops and garter straps and wet panties. I hear a noise as his books drop on the floor.

We get to Drake's car and he tell me to get in back. As I crawl into the backseat on my knees, I know he can see my wet panties, my white satin garter straps straining to hold up my white nylons. My red high heels pointing at him.

"Take off your blouse." I start to unbutton it, but I guess I'm too slow. He starts to open the first button, but then, as he eyes the tops of my tits, he rips it open, sending the buttons flying throughout the car. His hands squeeze my tits in my white satin blouse. "OOOHHHH....Drake...., I've never felt like this before. I hope you like my outfit. See, I wore it just for you."

 

[makofin]

the backseat

" Ohhh... Drake.... I've never felt like this before. I hope you like my outfit. See, I wore it just for you. "

" What's not to like ? " Drake says, his fingers pinching her taunt , pink, rosey nipples. He leans over and takes Tiffany's pert nipples between his lips, licking and sucking them, enjoying her reaction as she gasps and twists, shoving them towards his face. Having no mercy, Drake teases, his head moving downwards, licking across her flat stomach.

'' Spread your legs, Tiffany ! "

Her skirt is so short that their is no need to remove it. His nose buries itself between her thighs, inhaling her sweet, musky scent through the thin materail of her silky panties. Impatient, he tears them from her hips, exposing her light blondish, trimmed bush. Tiffany's young, stocking clad legs are spread wide open, revealing her lushious, pink slit . Drake wastes little time and tastes her sweetness, from top to bottom !

The blonde cheerleader moans and grabs him by the hair, pulling his face into her wet, naked pussy...

 

[HEELSNHOSE]

Tiffany

Drake rips my white satin blouse open as the buttons fly all over the car. "Open your legs, Tiffany," Drake orders. I can't help myself, he has such power over me I want to do everything to please him.

He stares at my nipples poking out over my white demi 1/2 bra, and brings his mouth down on them. "OOOHHHHHH.......Drakeee.....ohhhhh....mmmm...." I moan as my hands go in his hair. His tongue and mouth sucking on my tits make my nipples stand out to at least an inch.

Drake slowly licks his tongue along my stomach, lower, lower to my stocking clad thighs as he licks along my white silky nylons. He finds my pussy, pulsating in my panties. He takes my see through panties and rips them off. My hips buck. I'm going to be taken for the first time, brutally, but that's the way I want it.

His tongue reaches my dripping pussy and licks up and down and around my sensitive clit. I wrap my nylons around his head so he can feel the softness on his face, my high heels are poking at the ceiling in the car. I hope some teacher doesn't come by and see us.

My hands grab at his head as he slowly pushes my skirt up, exposing my garter belt and straps as his tongue dances on my pussy.

 

[angelique127]

Monica and Mike

Monica didn't even have to think Mike's offer over...

" Why, I'd love too ! Would you mind if I went home first and changed my clothes ? Something a little more casual perhaps. "

Mike smiled, agreeing to meet her after class.

The remaining thirty minute passed slowly. However, Monica felt as if she was on top of the world. Her life seemed so meaningless, lonely and boring lately, going through the divorce. She had no close friends for support. True to his word, Mike stopped by and escorted Monica to her car. He followed her the short distance to her small, one bedroom apartment, being all she could afford on her teacher's salary. Steve, her ex, had made out like a bandit, being that he was an attorney. At this time, though, Monica didn't want to dwell upon the past...

She unlocked the door and they went inside. Monica apoligized for her apartment being so tiny, and invited Mike to sit down. She offered him a drink, and he accepted a glass of wine, since she had no beer on hand. Monica excused herself and went into the bedroom to change. She stood in front of the closet, uncertain what to wear. Charlie's was a semi informal place, and it was happy hour, and Monica did not want to overdress, but she also wanted to impress the young, handsome coach. Finally, she decided on her favorite pair of tight, black silk pants that hugged her butte, and a sheer white blouse, which accented her full bosum. In spite of her aching feet, she chose to wear a pair of four inch heels. Pulling her long, blonde hair back in a ponytail, she added some pearl drop earrings.

Monica was ready...

'' Sorry to keep you waiting, Mike. Are you ready to go ? " she asked, hoping that she looked okay, and knowing how men hated waiting while a woman got ready...

 

[poohlive]

"Oh, I'm more than ready," He was no longer in his short t shirt and gym shorts. He had changed at school, in the locker room. He wore jeans and a button up shirt. Nothing fancy, just school clothes.

But, she sure did look nice though. Dressed to impress, no, dressed to kill. The way her white shirt just barely covered...

Mike had to stand. He thought standing was best. His bulge might too easily be seen still sitting down.

He drank the last of the wine in his glass, "You look terrific, Monica. Oh, wonderful. Good enough to eat."

He winked at her, putting the glass away.

"I'm gonna have to chase more than a few glancing eyes away from you tonight."

He opened the door for her. Always opening the door for her, even to his truck. It was one of those nicer luxury trucks, the kind old jocks turned gym teachers drove, something to reclaim their youth with.

It handled nice, and the gas mileage was managable. So long as he didn't plan any out of state excursions.

At Charlie's, the place was already in full swing. They got a nice table by a window, watching both outside and the view, as well as the fun activities inside.

"I'll take a beer, and the uhhh, seafood special tonight."

Their waitress nodded, marking down his order. She waited for what Monica wanted.

"So, I have never really had much of a chance to talk to you," Mike smiled at her, still taken back by her beauty. She was always a looker, but somehow, accenting it just a little bit seemed to make her even more angelic.

"I've heard more than enough rumors flying by... but I didn't believe much about them. Most were from some of the guys that just wanted to get in your pants... some of the students too."

 

[makofin]

the backseat

Drake is overwhelmed, tasting and inhaling the young, blonde cheerleader's pussy. The thought crosses his mind, that maybe he should make Tiffany suck his raging hard cock and prove her loyalty, but he doesn't want to wait any longer. Drake feels her gush, cumming in his mouth and rises up, wiping his face, and unbuttons his jeans. Hastily, he shoves them down, along with his underwear. His big, stiff dick springs forth and Drake takes it in his meaty hand and places it on top of her trimmed bush. Gazing down at the hot, erotic schoolgirl, dressed in white stockings and heels, with her legs spread wide open, he pushes the thick head of his cock between the lips of her pussy, sliding it easily inside. Drake pauses, feeling her tight cunt grip his smooth shaft...

With a sneer on his face, Drake begins to fuck her, going deeper with each thrust !

 

[HEELSNHOSE]

Tiffany

"OOOOhhhhhh.......mmmmm I'm cumming," I explain, my hips moving up and down causing my skirt to rise higher on my thighs....Drakes expert tongue has brought me over the edge....."I can't stop...don't stop...." But Drake pulls back looking at my desperation for his tongue.

Then I see him unzip his jeans and pull out his big cock...."Drake....it's sooo big...I don't know if I can take it....please ...be gentle..."

Drake smiles and looks over my sexy body, with my white nylons, red high heels, red, plaid pleated mini skirt and torn, white satin blouse.

Unable to control himself he jabs his cock into my dripping wet pussy. There is no pain...just pleasure as my cunt walls open to accept his raging cock. My high heels knock into the ceiling of the car ripping the convertible top.

"More Drake...god yesssss...give me more cock...."I pull at his head as his mouth smashes down on mine.

 

[HEELSNHOSE]

Tiffany

Drake keeps pounding my pulsating pussy. His lips are mashed on mine, our tongues intertwind. I'm moaning in his mouth. He takes my legs and brings them over his shoulders, so now my white hose is rubbing his cheeks.

The silkiness drives him crazy and he licks along my stockings, to my garter straps.

His hands are cupping my ass as my tits bounce up and down against him.