I'm not proud of some of the things I have allowed myself to become involved in, but I have a no regrets. I lived the way I wanted to and I don't feel that I have caused anybody any great amount of pain or anguish.
During my more than twenty years as a high school teacher, I never had a sexual encounter with one of my students. Although, it was but a few days after Virgil Ellis graduated, that I allowed him to have his way with me. Or maybe it was the other way around. I had been unfaithful to my abusive husband prior to this time, but had never resorted to screwing one of my students.
I grew up with his sister but never put the two of them together, because I hadn't seen Dianne in over fifteen years. However, young Mister Ellis had an aura surrounding him that drew the ladies in like moths to the flame. I still get butterflies when I think back on how wet I got with him watching me in class.
He would sit there, staring at my behind when I stood at the blackboard, or peeking up my skirt when I sat on the desk or bent over. Even the text in his essays was laced with suggestive innuendo. He was a brilliant student, cultivated by his strange family and a talent for music shared with few others. His ability to write and play music could have made him a rich man, but his family already had deep pockets so he never took any money for any of his work. He always gave the accolades and the benefits to someone else.
I've never been true to any man. Some say that I'm a slut. I just enjoy the feelings I have during sex. I have been involved in virtually every kind of kinky shit you can imagine. I only came close to getting hurt once, during an episode with a young black man that I had evidently teased too much, but Virgil was close by so I escaped with my ass in tact.
Virgil and his friend Dennis had a little band, back in their senior year at Flagler High School, with two other boys. I first heard Virgil play his guitar during a talent contest sponsored by the senior class. I went limp in the knees when he closed his eyes and laid his head back and drifted off to a far away place while he played an extended lead solo in one of the songs they performed. Most of the time he can't remember what he's played, it just comes out of him.
I play piano and keys and later after I moved into the apartment at Islands Estates, we collaborated on numerous pieces, selling many of them to top artists in both the pop and country music genre. He never accepted any of the royalty money, putting all the proceeds in my account.
My first journey into carnal depravity with Virgil took me away from my husband and released me to be whom I really am. The man made me boil inside. I loved him from that day on but never fell in love with him. We were fuck buddies. And we painted a swath across Northeast Florida that I am sure is still remembered by many to this day.
Virgil, as you may already know had been branded Tall Cool One by his half sister Camille, whom he later sired a child for, and lived with as husband and wives with a stunning redhead from New York. But I get ahead of myself.
Cool and I kind of got into public sex and had some rather devilish adventures in nasty barroom toilets and other assorted interesting places. One of his conquests delivered him a fine son nineteen years after we screwed her silly in an ancient tavern in St. Augustine. Cool was always bringing strays home, and most of them stayed around for many years.
I had an entirely different relationship with Dennis. Cool was always egging him on to fuck me when we were playing music together in the early days. Dennis has eleven inches of long, smooth, curvy cock designed perfectly for anal sex due to his slender girth. I remember once on a trip up to Neptune Beach, when Cool goaded him into taking me in the back of his old station wagon and fucking me while we drove along State Road A-1-A. Dennis was reluctant at first, but after I sucked him up to full mast and turned around and presented him with my little brown target, he slipped right in there and rode me like a pony. God, he gets in there a long way. He pumped me so full of gooey cum, that I had to have Cool stop by the side of the rode so I could squeeze some of it out. He and Dennis thought I just had to pee.
Later that night, I sucked off their new bass player in the biffy at Brandy's and we bumped into the girl from St. Augustine. We went to her place and Dennis and Cool doubled up on her while I licked on Denny's butt. When I think back on all the times we had, I still get juicy in the joint.
It's too bad I was twenty years older than those two. I would have loved to have more times with both of them.
I went on the road with Dennis for four years. Cool refused to do the music tours so we worked for an agent out of Nashville. The country music scene is a wild ride. Back in the seventies, it was a little tamer than in later years, but we still lived bizarre lives. On one tour, our band was the opening act for the Waylon Jennings and the Strangers Show. Those guys were heavy hitters and had a monstrous following so most of our shows were complete sellouts.
One particular night, after our segment of the show, one of the roadies cozied up to me and asked me how I liked younger guys. When I told him naked and hard, I thought he was about to lose his water. I took him by the arm and ushered him backstage to where the crews all hang out before, during and after the show, and pushed him back in between a row of equipment crates. I peeled him out of his jeans and took him way down my throat. I sucked the poor guy breathless. When he was about to blow his nuts, I pulled him out of my mouth and took his whole load square in the face.
He stumbled backwards and went sprawling out from between the crates, with his dick in his hand, and landed flat on his butt. Having been discovered by some of the others on the crew, they of course wanted some of the same. I was revved up by now and in the mood to be nasty so we went out to the bus and I took the next guy's clothes off, after stripping myself and had him stuffing my pussy with his hot meat while I sucked his buddy's cock. Word went around that there was a train getting pulled in the bus and before it was over, I had sucked off nine guys, had four loads in the ass and seven in my pussy. Gene, our driver, finally ran everybody out of the bus, so he could get a turn for himself. I was on top of him with his dick stuck in my cunt when Dennis came in and loaded his long spear up my already juicy ass hole.
I was labeled the crew slut for the rest of the tour and had to stay pretty close to Denny for fear of continued assaults from the crew. Seems once they get in your britches, they always want to get back in. I don't think Denny ever told Cool about that summer, I was a little embarrassed because things did get just a smidgen out of hand that night. Although, I'd do it again in a heartbeat if I was thirty years younger.
I taught Cool's children at home until they went to high school. The boy, Billy Joe, was a pistol. Even when he was young, he was just like his father. He was always making wise remarks with sexual overtones, just to get a rise out of me. I never confided in Cool about it, the kid was the spitting image of his dad.
After he had turned eighteen, I walked in on him and Camille by the pool one afternoon. Camille had his thick cock planted tightly in her pussy with the boy dumping a huge load into her. I was about to step back into the hall when he saw me and stood up with his cock sticking straight out at me. I couldn't resist the temptation so I walked over to him and dropped to my knees and licked him clean.
