My senior year in high school finally came to a glorious end with graduation. I can say with all honesty that myself, along my friend Benny the Beaner left behind a legend. One, which to this day, no male student has have yet lived up to. You see, The Beaner and I boinked two middle-aged female faculty members through out our senior year. The best some of our classmates were able to do was to bunny hump a couple of perky cheerleaders in the boys' shower room. Compared to what the Beaner and I accomplished they were merely nothing more than rank amateurs.
The sexual tryst during my senior year happened with a certain Mrs. Huxley, my math teacher. Unfortunately it ended with her nervous breakdown several weeks before I was to graduate. Though I knew her inevitable crack-up would happen someday, still I wasn't quite prepared for it. You see every time Huxley and I would have wild unadulterated sex she would develop a massive guilt trip and then only to be followed by uncontrollable sobbing afterward.
I wasn't a witness to the Huxley flip-out, as it is now called, but several of my fellow geeks told me of what happened. Mrs. Huxley was teaching her third period math class when suddenly for no apparent reason she stopped talking. For several seconds she just stood there, eyes glazed over and staring at her class. Then, without saying a word, she went to her desk and took out a huge flesh colored dildo from the top drawer. The fake phallic had a suction device attached to the bottom so she was able to affix it at the center of the desktop. While hiking up her skirt in front of the class, she peeled down the white cotton full cut panties she always likened to wear. Holding the panties in her hand Huxley began to twirl them above her head and began screaming like a wild cowgirl. She then let them loose to go flying smack dab into the middle of her now shocked students. The panties landed onto the face of Fat Willie Nurdlinger. (I swear to you his actual last name is Nurdlinger.) Now Fat Willie is probably the most disgusting obese adolescent human I have ever had the displeasure of knowing. I can only compare his girth to "Jabba the Hut" of "Star Wars" fame and for him to have any female's panties land on him is a stroke of pure luck, an event, which would not take place again in his lifetime. So it was with great relish that Fat Willie removed the womanly prize from his face and sniffed them.
What happened next makes me to this very day wish I were there. Huxley hopped on to the desk and with her skirt still hiked up, squatted down on the fake dick and promptly proceeded to insert it into her hot slimy pussy. Her swollen labia enveloped the dildo as she rode it up and down. She squeezed and kneaded her titties as she masturbated. One of the witnesses swore he saw her cunt juices flow and form a small puddle at the base of the adhered dildo.
By then some of the male class members were cheering Mrs. Huxley on while others, both male and female, rushed out in total shock. Huxley continued with her masturbating show by fingering her swollen clitoris in a mad sexual frenzy while yelling obscenities at her small audience of male students.
I was told Fat Willie waddled up to Huxley and tried to lick her pussy. She immediately swatted him away like an annoying fly.
The whole incident ended with three female teachers and two paramedics prying Huxley off the plastic dick and strapping her down on to a stretcher. My friends said she threw her hips up and down screaming for someone to fuck her as they took her away in an ambulance. She was immediately rushed to Saint Ignatius Psychiatric Center.
Fat Willie, by the way, grabbed Huxley's dildo and took it as a trophy. I understand he still sleeps with the thing and masturbates while smelling it. I can relate to that.
As for Mrs. Huxley, she did well at the psychiatric center, but they never did let her near the kosher dill pickles. I think they were Clausen's.
Beaner ended his affair with Mrs. Connelly, his earth science teacher, with far less complications. She simply moved away. That's not say the Beaner wasn't affected by her moving. According to my little round friend, Mrs. Connelly was a genuine screaming, raging, fifty-one year old blonde nymphomaniac. To an eighteen-year-old pervert like himself, a woman such as her is a rare find.
I confessed to Beaner that earlier in the school year I witnessed the little sex act on the desk between he and Mrs. Connelly. Beaner gave a little chuckle and said he had seen Huxley and me going at it. As matter of fact it turned out Mrs. Connelly also watched Huxley and I bumping uglies while she masturbated out in the hall. It was how Beaner got into Connelly's pants in the first place.
The day I first banged Mrs. Huxley, Beaner saw my truck still in the school parking lot and wondered where I could be. Going back inside to look for me he stumbled upon Mrs. Connelly peeking through the door to Mrs. Huxley's classroom. Of course being curious by nature, (yeah right) he went over to investigate. He told me Connelly stood there watching Huxley and me fucking our brains out while she had her hand inside her slacks furiously fingering with her pussy. It struck Beaner then he just might have a good chance to score a piece of old teacher ass. So, as he told it, he just went behind the masturbating teacher, reached up under her blouse, and grabbed a handful of saggy middle-aged booby. Slowly he rubbed his crotch against the crack of Connelly's ass.
The next thing Beaner knew he was in Connelly's classroom watching her peel out of her full cut granny panties letting her oversized ass plop out and then spreading her meaty used cunt lips. Beaner buried his face in her blonde muff so fast she fell back against her oak desk with her little legs flailing about.
Now, I'm going to be brutally honest here, watching Mrs. Elizabeth Connelly getting undressed is nothing I would want to describe. First of all the woman is short, about five foot three. Second, she's a little on the chubby side. Not fat mind you, but chubby, sort of like the Pillsbury Dough Boy with tits. Believe me I couldn't get hard over her if you stuck a gun to my head and threaten to shoot. In fact, I may even beg you to. But for some ungodly reason she got Beaner hot and bothered. It might have been the silver dollar sized, bubble gum pink aureoles. Then again it could have possibly been the thick curly patch of blonde pubic hair, which surrounded her constantly wet and ready pussy. But I'm very sure what did it was the pinky finger sized elongated clitoris that poked out of her blonde bush that got Beaner humming.
Beaner's tongue action on Connelly's clit put her into hip thrashing orgasms, as he would flick it quickly back and forth. Connelly's stretch marked potbelly quivered as the Beaner did his tongue thing. Or so he said. I really didn't want the visual.
He truly loved how wet she got and how his cock felt as it slid in and out of her matured womanhood. My fat little friend would get extremely turned on by the steady stream of obscenities Connelly screamed out when she orgasmed.
If one believed Beaner, Mrs. Connelly and he performed every sex act imaginable, including some they made up, in every place imaginable. He confessed to fucking her in the back of a Wal-Mart during the day and a supermarket parking lot at night. Once they got it on in a choir loft at the local Presbyterian Church, but not before he explored her anal desires in a confessional at a local Catholic Church. At least Beaner did not discriminate with denominations. He said he sexed her pussy, her ass, her mouth, between her titties, and he even tried to stick it in her ear once. The only thing he didn't do was light her farts. Which he so desperately wanted to do. Needless to say, Benny the Beaner had issues.
