When I was 14, freshman year of high school, every guy in school wanted to bang Ms. R. She was 27, had a rockin body, and a hot face. Every day in english, she would turn out the lights, and turn on the overhead, to go over our previous night's homework. Something about that overhead light glowing on her--oh my gosh. She usually wore skirts, and tight fighting shirts, too. Things got better, when I heard a rumor she had made a sex tape in college. Supposedly, she single handedly fucked the university wrestling team. Could this be true?! Fast-forward to sophomore year, and this girl says her brother has the tape. He was on the team!!! Almost every guy in my class put in ten bucks towards a copy of this tape. She wanted like $1500 lol. Lo and behold, it was true. There she was, in night vision, and grainy, but there was no mistaking it was her. Getting fucked and sucking ten or fifteen guys. Later that year, my friend and I went to her house to show her this thing we bought. She came to the door in her bathrobe. She was still a little damp, and the robe was clinging to her. Oh my gosh. Her nipples were popping out, her hair was wet. Talk about a boner. "Don't tell anyone you saw me in my robe." "We won't." Of course, we told everyone. She knew she was hot, and she knew how she was torturing us. Throughout high school, the attraction, and the possibility of actually bedding her seemed more and more possible. By senior year, my primary objective was boning her. Apparently, she had only ever bedded one guy that was still in school. He was 17, and they did it in the locker room. But lots of former students had stories to tell. Twin brothers had a threesome with her, etc. The next summer, after the first year of college, I go to one of our local hot spots (a bar that teachers like to frequent). I bump into Ms. R. (only I can call her by her first name now). We chat and she asks me about school, and eventually she says I should come over and check out her record collection. I drive us there, my heart is pounding out of my chest. We get inside, and I ask to use the bathroom. When I come out, she's changed into a tanktop (nipples again!) and getting out some records. We sit on the floor and listen to Pink Floyd, and she starts talking about stuff I did in class. She always thought I was funny, and then came the c word "cute." Could be good, could be bad. I told her about the overhead light thing, and she laughed, and said "yeah, i've noticed a lot of freshman drool a lot when they first get here." We talked some more, and she asked if I'd ever masturbated to her. Cannon-fucking-ball. I just smiled and said "uhhhhh." She laughed again. I was half embarrassed, half glad. She was like "i bet you fucked me against the chalkboard a few times you your head, huh?" "have you ever done that?" "ooo! he turns the tables" she said. "holy shit, you totally have. who?" she told me, and said it was something he asked her to do. "lucky bastard" "yeah, well he just played his cards right." she took a drink, and i kissed her. we started making out on the floor, and moved onto the couch. She was wearing a black thong, and had a big beautiful ass. She took off my pants, and gave me a beej. Watching her lips wrap around my cock was something i always wanted to see and will never forget. Oh yeah, and she swallows ;) If the opportunity ever comes up, i'm gonna fuck her on her desk.