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Back in the eighties, I was a high school basketball jock. One of the assistant football coaches had a wife who taught social studies, and she was kinda hot. Jet black hair, nice trim figure with repectable boobs and looked pretty good in the face and in conservative clothes. One day in class when I was 17, she was walking up and down the rows of desks, and mine was one of the ones she stopped at to check over the work being done.

Lo and behold, her hand was on my shoulder, and all of a sudden I felt a gentle caress on the back of my neck. It tingled like a little shock, but she said nothing, and walked on to her desk. I was stunned. Never a ladies man, I had screwed a couple of girls based on my jock status, but was not one of the schools 'pretty boys' who got all the girls.

Over the next couple of days, I was constantly catching her eys, and finally got enough nerve up to shoot her a wink one day when we made eye contact. No reaction. Didn't know if that was good or bad (I was only 17), but in hindsight, it was good. The following week, I tried a couple of times to hang late after class, but there was always a couple of chatty girls trying to pal up to the teach. I never was able to wait around to talk to her, and finally figured if there was anything to the caress, I had blown it by taking so long to respond.

A couple of weeks later, I ran into her at a local discount store on a Saturday morning where I was looking for gymn shoes for P.E. class and basketball practice. Bam, she walks up to me, dressed in a loose tee-shirt, blue jeans and sandles....pretty white feet with painted toenails. She tells me she saw me across the store, and wanted to take the opportunity to ask me something. I said 'sure mrs. *****, what's up?' She asked me what was behind the wink I had given her in class two weeks ago, and why I had done it. Slightly taken aback, I stuttered for a second, and then admitted that she had shocked me by touching my neck and I had winked at her thinking we had a kind of connection after that. She said 'OH!' and then told me she had done that impulsively and that I shouldn't think what I did.

I told her that it had felt good, and from now on to follow any impulses she had! She laughed, put her hand on my arm, and told me she may just do that! I was thinking 'WoW! This attractive married teacher (to a football coach) is hitting on me!' I started talking (flirting!) back to her, and during the conversation it came up that she really doesn't like football that much, and only comes to local games, but never travels to away games. I was young, but not stupid, and I asked her what she did on the friday nights of away games, and she told me she usually stays home watching videos (this was before DVD's!) and reading. I told her that didn't sound like enough fun, and she agreed it wasn't a big thrill. I told her since I didn't play football, I usually just hung out with the guys on friday nights and never went to away games meither. (Basketball and football players didn't mix at my school).

She then proceeded to suggest that she and I could get together and go over schoolwork and tutor me. No way was that for real, and I knew it was an excuse to get me to see her on friday night. I readily agreed, and she gave me her address and told me to show up about 7:00pm and she would help me with my weekend homework. I proceeded to have the slowest week of my life. It felt like friday night would never arrive, but finally it did. I was extremely nervouse, but this was every high school boys wet dream. I showed up at her house at the appointed time, and she answered the door, and told me to pull my truck around back , as she didn't want anyone to drive by and see it, because people would talk.

No problem! She let me in the back door, and handed me a beer! She told me to relax, and asked me where my books were. Boing! I hadn't even thought to bring them! I told her I had forgotten them, and she told me it didn't matter, and she reached out to me and took my hand, and asked me if I really had wanted to study on a friday night. 'No, not really.' 'Good, because I didn't really ask you here to tutor either.' Then she stepped up to me, looked me in the eyes for a few moments, and then gave me the sexiest french kiss I had even had. When she finally pulled back, she said she had hoped I had gotten the message when she had 'touched' me in class, and had been thrilled when I winked at her, but disappointed I had not approached her later.

When she had saw me in the store, she had decided to act fast. She admitted she liked my athletic build, and she was constantly horny in a classroom of young virile teenagers, expecially when she had jocks in her class. I told her I had always thought she was hot for an older lady (stupid) and she said 'OLDER!, I'm only 32!' and I panicked and said I meant older than me!. She laughed, and told me she knew what I meant, and explained to me that women her age where in thier sexual prime, same as boys my age, and her husband didn't give her enough these days, and did I want to help her out. 'Absolutely!' 'But we have to have this as our little secret, no one can ever know!' Absolutely ! and who would have believed me anyway! I had never been a braggart anyway, cause I had nothing to brag about really, just two plain jain girls in my class that whored out to all the guys eventually, and I didn't want to loose this opportunity.

After some kithcen makeout, she led me through the house to the bedroom, and began taking my clothes off. I helped her take hers off, and she layed down on the bed and pulled me to her. Pale skin, jet black hair and pubes, and good size but floppy tits. I was hard as a rock instantly, and she had to slow me down. She was a real teacher. That night I recieved a really good blowjob, and she swallowed my cum like a champ. Then she rode me cowgirl, side to side, and missionary until I came hard inside her. I never even asked about protection, figuring a mature lady like this had taken care of that, and this was pre-aids.

After a few minutes rest, I got to take her doggie style and lasted for about 30 minutes before nutting my third and final load into her. I was too inexpierecend to really know when she was cumming, as she moand, groaned and cried out almost constantly. She later told me she had multiples almost constantly when she rode me and when I took her doggie style. We showered together (another first for me at 17) and fucked in the shower, though neither of us came. I left her house about 10:30pm, in time to make it home for Johnny Carson, and with an appointment for 7:00PM on the next away football game.

Needless to say, I got an A in her class that year, and I fucked her all through the rest of football season my junior and senior year. We even met in another town a few times when she 'went shopping' without her husband (first motel room sex!) My freshman year of college, we fucked all one weekend when she came to my college town and rented a hotel room when she had told her husband she was going on a weekend skiing trip with the girls. That was the last time I ever got to screw her, and it was my own fault.

Of course she had been on the pill this whole time, but during the weekend at my school, one of my more potent swimmers had fought through into her egg (you really can get pregnant while on the pill- about 1 in 1000 ladies who use it) and I knocked her up but good. She ended up having a boy, and wrote me a letter telling me she had enjooyed our three year relationship, but know that she had a child, mine or not, she was going to be more carefull and not risk her marriage anymore, which meant I couldn't see her or the baby in a 'private or personal way.'

I was fine with that, as I had grown into my groove, and was fucking every piece of college ass I could get in a horizontal position, which happended to be fairly easy. Seems that my relationship with Mrs. *****, the teacher and coaches wife, had taught me enough about bedroom skills that girls at my college had compared notes, and I was in demand for my 'skills.' God bless Mrs. ****, as I still jack off twenty five years later thinking about those Friday nights and that college weekend when I bred her for her husband the coach.

I never returned to my hometown to live, but occasionally read about her and her husband in the paper when I visit as they have bother retired from teaching and have a business in town. Their 'son' graduated from college about two years ago, and played basketball in a Division II school, not football!